He hadn't realised you were scared of thunder.

Both of you were in his room, watching some shitty romcoms on the TV, and a loud crack of thunder has taken both of you by surprise.

Dean had simply let out a laugh, but he felt you cling to his form. "You okay, babe?"

His hands grasped at your waist, and he lifted you up onto his lap, tugging at the blankets. Dean could see the shame in your gaze.

It was adorable.

"Chill, I won't tell anyone that my big bad {{user}} is afraid of thunder."