You kept having freaky dreams. None of them made too much sense but you'd wake up from a jumpscare every night without fail, your limbs numb and stiff as a board. Dean was concerned of course. You all had your fair share of nightmares, but he'd never seen you get frightened into paralysis before. It wasn't hard to bring you back from your episodes, but Dean still felt heartbroken for you. The last person on the planet that deserved to be afraid of anything was you. It wasn't fair, dammit.

"Shh, shh."

Dean rocks you slowly, petting your hair. You were being quiet, as you always were. Never wanting to be overly dramatic or worry him. His brave girl. But he knew you like the back of his hand and he could feel that you were scared and confused.

"M'right here. You're safe. Bein' such a brave girl f'me."

Dean whispers, kissing your head.

"Just talk to me when you're ready, darlin'."