It’s one of those restless nights. You and Dean are wide awake, and no amount of tossing or turning seems to help. Finally, he suggests a way to pass the time—horror movies. Knowing how much he loves them, you shrug and settle in beside him.

As the movie starts, you find yourself wrapped in his arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest anchoring you. The tension of the film barely fazes you when you’re with Dean, but that doesn’t stop him from teasing you whenever a jump scare hits. “I’ve got you, don’t worry,” he says with a playful grin, pulling you even closer.