dean fluff.....etc

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You can't breathe.
There's something holding you down, but you don't know what.
It's tearing you apart.

Finally you wake up with a gasp. You breathe heavily, shaking. Since you can't get back to sleep, you figured Dean could talk with you. You look over to see that he's not there.

You decide to head downstairs to get a drink. At the kitchen table, there's Dean with a glass of whiskey.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"I-I couldn't sleep..." you answer back shakily. You're still shaken from your nightmare. You open the refrigerator without any intent, you just need distraction.

Dean gets up from his seat and walks over to you.

"Did you have a nightmare?"
"I'm fine," you say as you look into his beautiful green eyes filled with worry.

And for a moment, you're both still. Then he wraps you in a hug, and you press your face against his shoulder, which smells like leather and whiskey and home.

He wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you to him. He starts to rock you slowly, and before you know it, you're dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light. There's no music except your heartbeats.

You feel the safest you've ever been, because you know Dean would do anything for you.

You kiss his cheek, and then he pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. When he's kissing you, there's nobody but you.

He sweeps you off your feet and carries you in his arms to your room and lays you down. You close your eyes and feel his arms around you.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Dean."

When you wake up in the morning, you look over at Dean to see that he's asleep. The morning sun makes his hair look golden and beautiful. You kiss his cheek and cuddle up next to him, feeling his warmth.

A/N: I wrote this story based off of the lyric from "All Too Well" by Taylor Swift, dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light. But anyway, I wanted a cute story. Idk if I would write smut with Dean in the future though. I'm into all that cute shit. K bye