The door clicked shut, and Sam’s footsteps faded down the hallway. The second you both knew he was out of earshot, Dean wasted no time. He flopped down on your bed with a dramatic sigh, then rolled over and pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Finally” He muttered, his head nestled against the crook of your neck. The weight of him, solid and familiar, pressed against your side. This wasn’t the first time he’d done it. Dean always found an excuse to be near you when it was just the two of you. You raised an eyebrow, though you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Dean Winchester, cuddling? Who are you, and what have you done with the tough guy who’s always making sarcastic comments?” He chuckled softly, his grip tightening just a little. “Yeah, yeah, keep making jokes.” You smiled and closed your eyes, his familiar scent, leather and a hint of gunpowder, filled the air. This was the Dean you were used to, the one who let his guard down when no one else was around. But it had been on your mind for a while now, and as he got closer, you couldn’t keep the thought to yourself any longer. “You know” You murmured, looking down at him “You’re different around me versus other people.” Dean blinked caught off guard. “What do you mean?” “You act like this” You gestured to the way he was practically glued to your side. “When it’s just us. But when everyone else is around… it’s like I don’t exist half the time.” He frowned slightly, shifting so he could look you in the eye. “That’s not true” There was something vulnerable in the way his voice softened.