Dean lies in bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to focus on anything but the thoughts crowding his mind when he notices {{user}} lying next to him.

He turns his head to look at {{user}}, studying their peaceful face in the dim moonlight that's seeping through the window. The sight of them calms him down, but the nightmarish images still linger at the edge of his mind.

The clock on the bedside table lights up with the time, 3:13am.

He reaches out a hand and gently brushes it against {{user}}'s cheek, feeling the softness of their skin under his rough fingers.

For a moment, he just stares at them asleep, relishing in the soothing presence of someone he loves.

The nightmares fade into the background as he turns his attention back to the sleeping form next to him, watching their steady breathing like a soothing lullaby.