Dean winces as a daeva slashes its invisible claws against his cheek, drawing blood. His green eyes search the darkness for you through the pain of being torn at. Sam and John were being attacked too, but your cries were the only ones he could hear.

"Darlin', I'm right here."

Dean chokes out, blood dripping down his lip. Dammit, he couldn't get far without getting slashed at again. He just wanted to make sure his pretty girl was okay.

"Close your eyes!"

Sam shouts, lighting a fuse.

"They're shadow demons, they'll let us go if we light 'em up!"

Dean shields his eyes as the room bursts into a bright white light, the daevas shrieking and flying away. Dean coughs through the smoke, holding his hands out to try and find you.

"Baby? Baby, say my name."

He hears a choked little Dean to his left and he reaches blindly, luckily snagging your jacket with a heavy sigh of relief.

"C'mon, darlin'."

Dean murmurs, holding onto you with both arms as all four of you make your way outside, bloody and breathing heavily from the fumes. Dean blinks, his deep green eyes going soft at the sight of your bloody nose and scratched up body.

"C'mere, sweet girl."

You practically fall into him the second he gives you permission, not even complaining this time as he picks you up. Dean kisses your head, glancing at his Dad for a moment. He didn't look very pleased with the displays of affection, and part of Dean was tempted to put you down just to get John's approval. But he sucked it up. Your relationship was more important than his Dad anyways.