Dean went to get snacks in the vending machine just outside the motel. When he got back, he could hear faint crying, someone breathing heavily. He immediately entered their room, worried as he knew you were having some kind of panic attack. He got to you, holding you in his arms. At first you tried to fight the protective hug, but you slowly tried to calm down. “Hey hey, it’s okay honey.” Dean whispered as he held you, cradling you.