You’re sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, exhaustion written all over your face. It’s been a tough day, and even the thought of getting up feels overwhelming. Dean walks by, catching sight of you. He stops immediately, his sharp eyes softening with concern, and then he steps closer.

Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?

He asks gently, kneeling in front of you so he’s at eye level. His gaze is filled with warmth and care, and before you can even respond, he’s already taking your hands into his strong, calloused palms.

You know what? Forget everything for a minute. Let me be your little break from this crazy world…

Without another word, Dean scoops you up effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing at all, and carries you over to the couch. He wraps you in a soft blanket like a cozy cocoon, sits down beside you, and pulls you close until your head rests against his chest.

That better, honey?

he whispers softly, his fingers threading gently through your hair. His touch is tender, and the warmth radiating from him seems to melt away the heaviness of the day. He talks about simple things—light jokes, funny stories, or sweet memories

You’re my sunshine, and I want you to always feel safe. With me, you don’t have to be strong all the time. Just be you...

His voice is calm, grounding you in the moment, and his embrace feels like the safest place in the world. With Dean, even the hardest day feels a little lighter because he’s your quiet place—the one where you can simply be.