#110925

Summary: A sweet bit of comfort for Dean.

Word Count: 414

Unbeta'd

The hunt ended with a vanquished monster, but not before two more innocents had been lost.

Once safe inside the bunker, Dean drops his duffel on the war room table and, without pausing, heads straight for the bar cart. Sullenly, you do the same, watching him reach for a bottle, chin tucked and shoulders slumped.

Heart aching, you step behind him, press a cheek to his back, and flatten your palms against his chest, holding him tight.

His entire body tenses, breath briefly stalled before being released on a heavy sigh, and a hand is placed over yours. Several minutes pass. The tremble in his hand stills, and his breath settles to a quiet, rhythmic pace.

When he shifts, you release him.

Turning, he asks, "What was that for?"

"For being you."

Before he can utter a disparaging word against himself, you grab his face, pull him to you, and kiss his forehead. "That's for saving the world and the people on it."

"I-"

Sliding a thumb over his lips, you shush him. "Learn how to accept gratitude."

Dean huffs. You kiss his cheek.

"Thank you for saving me from that demon and the fire."

Dean's gaze drops. You kiss his other cheek.

"Thank you for letting me make this my home all these years, even though you were annoyed when Sam first invited me here."

Dean tries to shake his head. You hold tight and kiss the tip of his nose.

"Thank you for taking the time to teach me how to be a better hunter and protect myself."

Dean rocks on his feet. You kiss the tip of his chin.

"Thank you for always being my hero."

Stepping back, you intend to give him his solitude, but an arm slips around your waist and a hand cradles the back of your head. The actions are filled with intent, but his eyes hold wariness, and the brush of his lips is hesitant.

Until you grip the back of his head, fingers grazing his nape.

Dean groans and his body shifts, tongue urgently seeking entrance, embrace tightening, crushing you to him, a longing emanating from him like he wants to disappear into your soul.

Blood pulsing in your ears, heart thudding in your chest, your words are barely a whisper between heavy breaths when he finally relinquishes your mouth. "What was that for?"

Dean smiles, kisses your forehead, each cheek, the tip of your nose, then your chin.

"I was tired of holding back."

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