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Dean leans partially in your door way peaking his head out through the crack, his face pulled into a concerned frown as he sees the quaking, sobbing mass buried under a layer of blanket.
Dean walks over slowly and sits on the edge of the bed, his hand hovering over your buried form, hesitation pulling at him before he pulls the blanket cover down, curled up in a fetal position you struggle to contain your sobs, holding your breath as though that would stop the pressure building inside, Dean knew you too well at this point to see the first signs of what would later turn into an anxiety attack. It just never got any easier how much it hurt him to see you like this.
He reaches out and pushes your messy hair back from your face, his green eyes stare sympathetically at you, even as you try with every fiber of your being to keep staring at the red painted wall across your view. "Sweetheart, you can't beat yourself up over something you couldn't control."
"But it's my fault, Dean."
"Look at me."
"Do you think I'd be here if I gave a crap about anything other than you."
He leans forward and rests his head briefly against yours, puppy dog eyes pressing at you to just give him a glance, just barely managing to as you crack under his pleading gaze do you start smiling through teary eyes, he grins at you before wrapping his arms around your frame pulling into his chest, resting his head ontop on yours as his finger tips run through your hair. His chest rising and falling with each breath he takes holding onto you tightly, refusing to let you out of his arms that night.
Just as the empty feeling dissolves inside your chest and you feel the heat emanating from the warm hold he has in you, with each rock you slow your breathing down even carefully and listen; to the air passing between his lips with each slow exhale and the rhymic, steady heartbeat through his clothes.
"Just stay with me..." you feel the soft press of his lips against your hair as he holds you closer, gently lifting you from under your thighs into his lap as he leans back against the headboard. "Always."