"Awh, it's alright, baby. It's just like every other case."

Dean smiles sweetly, too sweetly to the point you knew damn well he was trying to butter you up. He knew damn well you were freaked out by this hotel and the last thing you wanted to do was sleep here.

"Dean, you don't get it."

You murmur, halfway through a shared bottle of whiskey with him at the deserted hotel bar.

"What don't I get, darlin'?"

Dean sighs, halting his teasing for a moment.

"I dunno. This place just doesn't seem…normal."

"Well, yeah, baby, that's why we're here."

Dean smiles softly, caressing your hair.

"It's better than dealin' with another round of Sammy's stuff."

He murmurs, his fingers slipping under your thighs to drag you onto his lap, arms latching around you safely.

"But baby, seriously."

Dean says, voice gruff.

"We can get outta here if ya need to. I know it's hard sometimes with your uh…witch er- empath thing you have."

He rubs the back of his neck, wincing at the way his words came out.

"Just…I trust you."