Supernatural One-Shots

Safe In My Arms

He's lying in bed with his back to me when I return to the room. His shoulders are trembling slightly and I can hear his irregular breathing and sniffling. I kneel on the bed behind him and gently put my hand on his arm.

"Dean?"

He rolls over to look up at me and I pull his head into my lap.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I wipe the tears from his cheeks.

His lips tremble and he shakes his head, a small, weak gesture. He closes his eyes, his brows furrowing as if the tighter he scrunches them together the sooner everything will go away. I stroke his hair with one hand, letting the other rest lightly on his chest. Neither one of us says anything for several moments. He takes a shaky breath and lets it out, his eyelids fluttering open. I smile at him timidly. He avoids my gaze, looking at a corner of the ceiling almost bashfully.

"Do you think you could... Would you hold me tonight?" he looks at me and I can see fear deep in his eyes, "Please?"

His voice cracks and I can feel my heart melt a little.

"Of course," I whisper.

As I turn out the light, Dean rolls over and curls up slightly. I slip under the covers behind him. I scoot as close to him as I can and slip my right arm under his neck, grasping his right hand and interlocking our fingers. Before laying down all the way, I leave a kiss on his cheek. As I settle in, my left hand slides around his waist and up to his chest where he catches my hand with his and laces his fingers through mine so my palm lays flat against his chest, right over his heart. I rest my forehead on the back of his neck. When I breathe in, all I can smell is him; all I feel is him. All I can sense and comprehend is Dean. Our legs become entangled beneath the sheets.

"It's okay, Dean," I whisper into his hair, "you're safe in my arms."

He squeezes my hands in response.

"I need you."

"I know."