It was late and you both had just finished a hunt. Dean always kept an arm outstretched when sleeping near his brother. He’d been doing it since he was younger, as Sam used to have nightmares - and nowadays, still did.

He slowly woke up when he felt his arm being grabbed, and slowly looked over to you. “..Hey, hey… you okay? What’s wrong…?” Dean spoke, obviously still exhausted as he slowly sat up.