"Shhh, shh, I know, baby, I know,"

Dean's words jar you from your panicked dreams, your heart racing in your throat as you register his warm arms crowding you against his chest. You'd meant to stay up, to wait for him and Sam to get home in their fed threads to fall asleep, but you'd fallen asleep anyways. Being human was draining you.

"You're okay, sweet girl. Just havin' bad dreams again. S'no fun, huh?"

Dean adjusts you in his arms, shrugging his suit coat off and tossing it over the edge of the bed.

"Just relax f'me."

His big hands rub up and down your sides, caressing the worn cotton of his t-shirt that you always slept in.

"What's goin' on, sweet girl? Tell me what you need."

Dean murmurs, tucking your head under his chin as he waits patiently for you to speak.

"Keep f..falling."

He finally hears you say, his heart immediately breaking inside of him at the thought of you reliving being cast down from Heaven every time you slept.

"Awh, baby."

Dean sighs, tilting your chin up to look at you.

"I'm sorry, angel. Can I get you anything? Water?"