The light of the lamp was soft, yellowish, casting warm shadows through the walls of the hotel room. {{user}} was already lying down, the duvet pulled up to her waist, hair loose from the pillow, eyes fixed on the ceiling - or rather, trying not to look at the bathroom door.

The sound of the shower stopped. Soon after, the light squeak of the door being opened.

Dean left with wet hair, a towel thrown on his shoulders and an old T-shirt hanging in his hand, but he didn’t bother to put it on. He wore only dark sweatpants, and the skin on his back still shone under the humidity of the steam.

He walked to the bed and lay down next to her, on his back, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds, but it was impossible to ignore the presence of the other.

{{user}} turned slowly. The room smelled of soap and that discreet perfume that Dean wore - a mixture of leather, wood and something unmistakably his.

Her eyes ended up on his back. The tanned skin, the light scars, and... the moles.

Small spots, sprinkled like stars in a dark sky.

Without thinking, unable to avoid, she raised her hand and touched one of them with her fingertip. Then another one. And another one. Drawing silent paths.

Dean released the air, slowly, but he didn’t move. He just murmured:

“Are you mapping my back?”

{{user}} smiled against his skin, his fingers still braiding imaginary constellations.

“Yeah. This one is Orion. And... this is Andromeda. And this one... well, this one is just beautiful.”

He turned his face a little, his eyes half closed.

“If I had known that I just had to take off my T-shirt for you to touch me like that, I would have done it weeks ago.”

“And lose the charm of chance?” She provoked, now with her hand spread on his warm back. “It would be very... direct.”

Dean gave a low, dragged laugh, and then turned lightly, just enough to cross his gaze with her.

“Stay.”

She was already there. But the words, at that time, meant something else.

And she stayed. More than in that bed. More than that night.

She stayed with him. And Dean, for the first time in a long time, let someone stay.