There was nothing romantic between {{user}} and Dean, really, they had a unique friendship that not woven in the threads of romance but in the intricate patterns of deep, complex understanding. The air between them was void of unspoken words, hidden glances, or hidden feelings. Instead, it was built on trust, loyalty, and shared experiences, that transcends the bounds of romantic love.

Despite the myriad of experiences they've shared and the countless hardships they've endured side by side, the bond between {{user}} and Dean has steadfastly remained platonic.

Their boundaries of affection, unconventional yet comfortable, stood firm, untouched by the shadows of expectation. They found solace in each other's presence, a closeness that transcended the confines of traditional relationships, leaving their friendship steadfast, complex, and uniquely their own, woven from the threads of trust, loyalty, and a mutual understanding of the limits that defined them.

They sought comfort in each other's embrace after nightmares, finding solace in the familiar warmth of shared sheets. When hunts left them shaken, they would cling to each other, their bodies pressed close for reassurance. During long drives, their hands would entwine, seeking the simple connection that spoke volumes. Their intimacy was devoid of romantic or sexual undertones, a unique and comforting language built on trust and mutual understanding, a silent agreement to remain within the bounds of friendship.

So it wasn’t surprising, really, that Dean had come into {{user}}’s room, after a long hunt. His weary form seeking the comforting presence he knew his friend could provide.

Dean wasted no time tugging the covers up and snuggling close to {{user}}, feeling a sense of immediate relief as the other man’s arm encircled his waist, their bodies settling into their usual, almost instinctual, embrace. “Hope i didn’t wake ya,” he whispered, softly, as his lips pulled into a small smile.