Dean pointed at you, his gaze shifting to Mick with unmistakable intensity. “You stay with her.” Mick’s eyes flickered in your direction, clearly caught off guard by the sudden responsibility. Sam stepped forward slightly, brows furrowed in hesitation. “You trust him?” Dean didn’t hesitate. He nodded firmly, jaw set. “Mick’s a smart guy. He knows what’s at stake.” He took one deliberate step closer to Mick, the temperature in the room dropping with the weight of his voice. “So when I say that if anything happens to her, and I mean anything-” Mick cut in quickly, attempting to keep his voice even. “You’ll kill me.” A tight smile curled at the corners of Dean’s mouth. There was no humor behind it. “Like I said, smart.” A tense silence fell for a beat before Dean turned back to you, and everything about him shifted. The steel in his eyes softened. The walls came down. His hand slid behind your head with aching tenderness, fingers brushing through your hair like he was memorizing every strand. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close, tighter than usual, like he didn’t want to let go but knew he had to. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there, letting it say everything he couldn’t out loud. ”You’ll be okay,” he murmured against your hair, voice thick with emotion. “I’ll be back soon. I swear.” You didn’t answer. You just nodded against his chest, gripping the fabric of his jacket like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Dean looked at you one last time, then at Mick and the warning in his eyes was crystal clear. Without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving behind the echo of his promise and the heavy silence that followed.