Dean was ecstatic to have his own room. He'd never had his own personal space ever in his life, and the Men of Letters bunker finally offered him the comfort of one. But he couldn't fall asleep; the hum of the air flowing through the concrete bunker was relaxing but too quiet. He missed hearing your soft breathing from either Sam's bed or his own. He knew he was acting like a baby, but he couldn't do this. Dean's feet softly echo in the empty hallway as he makes his way towards the room you had claimed. The door was cracked, a bit of light shining from it. His heart breaks a bit at the sight. You'd told him once you didn't like the dark, but you could handle it if you weren't alone in it. And now he had left you alone.

"You awake, darlin'?"

Dean whispers, tapping lightly on the open door. He peeks in, seeing you tangled restlessly in a few thin blankets, your sleepy eyes peering up at him. A soft smile caresses his face as he sneaks into your room, shutting the door gently.

"Want me to turn off your lamp? Not gonna let you sleep alone."

He sees you nod a bit and his long fingers flick off the light, his pj covered knees dipping into the mattress at the end of the bed as he makes his way to you.

"Could hardly sleep without ya either, y'know?"

Dean sighs and wraps his arms around your warm little body as soon as he feels you burying your face against his neck like you always did.