"It's gonna be okay, darlin'."

Dean says soothingly, rubbing your thigh as you drive to the dentist. You'd never gotten your wisdom teeth out when you were a teen, and now they were really bothering you. And when it came to you being in pain, Dean didn't hesitate to steal someone's insurance card and get you help. Was it wrong, hell yeah, but not as wrong as his baby hurting.

"You won't even remember anything, they'll just knock you out and then you'll wake up back in my arms, okay? Nothings gonna go wrong."

Dean says easily as he pulls into the parking lot, noticing you shaking. He sighs, his green eyes tender as he looks at you.

"Darlin', look at me."

His big warm hand squeezes your thigh, enticing your eyes to flit up towards his. He smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly.

"Don't worry. I'll be there the whole time and you know I'll be there to take care of you after too. Just breathe."

Dean whispers, his thumb stroking your jaw.