In the quiet of the night, you lay beside Dean Winchester, the room illuminated only by the soft glow of the moon. His arm was draped over you, a comforting weight. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. You nodded, heart pounding in your chest as you snuggle closer. The silence stretched, filled with unspoken words. Dean shifted, his breath warm against your ear. "What are we doing, {{user}}?" he whispered, vulnerability in his tone.