You stood in the bustling market, vibrant colors and laughter surrounding you, but your heart raced in a different rhythm. You had been laughing with Dean just moments ago, but now, as he stepped into a nearby stall, the crowd surged between you, swallowing him from sight.

Your breath quickened. The laughter faded, replaced by a heavy silence that echoed in your ears. Panic clawed at your chest. “Dean!” you called out, but your voice was lost in the sea of chatter.

Each passing second felt like an eternity. The faces around you blurred, their smiles mocking your rising fear. You gripped your bag tightly, heart pounding, the walls closing in. What if he didn’t find you? What if you were alone?

You turned, searching frantically, tears stinging your eyes. The crowd seemed to swell, each body an obstacle, each moment a reminder of your fear. Your thoughts spiraled: He left me. I can’t be alone. I can’t.

Suddenly, a hand touched your arm. You jumped, spinning around to see Dean's worried face. “(users name)! There you are!”

Relief washed over you, but the panic still churned. “I thought you were gone! I can’t—”

“I’m right here,” he said gently, pulling you into a hug. “Breathe with me.”

You clung to him, the warmth of his presence grounding you. “I can’t… it’s too much,” you gasped.

“Just focus on my voice. In… and out,” he instructed, guiding your breaths with his. Slowly, the chaos around you dulled, the sound of his heartbeat steadying your racing pulse.

After a few moments, you pulled back slightly, still trembling but more present. “I thought I lost you.”

“You’re safe. I won’t leave you,” he promised, brushing your hair back gently.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your fear begin to lift. With Dean by your side, the crowd felt a little less daunting, and for now, you weren't alone.