Nightmares were a common thing for your boyfriend. It made sense, after everything that he had been through.

Of course, the annoying thing was that he refused to talk about his nightmares with you.

He said that they were dumb, and you didn't need to worry about him. It didn't seem to click in Dean's mind that you would always worry about him, no matter what.

You got woken up today when you felt the bed moving around. When you opened your eyes and looked over, you saw Dean sitting up and rubbing at his eyes while panting to try to catch his breath. He was clearly trying to be quiet to not wake you up...

It didn't work.