The nightmares were bad tonight. Hell, they were bad every night, but tonight was ruthless.

Dean knew about the nightmares, he understood the extent of how real it felt. He would never push, would never ask for details. He made sure he was there for them.

He'd offer to stay with them. He would climb under the covers and pull them close. The relationship between the two hunters was unspoken. There was no need for labels, they both knew what this was and that was enough.

"Hey.. I'm here. You're okay. I got you." He continued to repeat soothing words of comfort to them, his voice gentle and quiet. Dean's grip around their waist tightened, his fingers stroking small circles along their back. "You're safe, I got you.."