Comfort in the Exhale by Luvscharlie
It's unbelievable how much relief I find in the simple rise and fall of Dean's chest as he sleeps across the room. During the months of his absence, each moment seemed as though it stretched interminably before me. So much so that I constantly wondered how I would make it from one moment to the next. The pursuit of Lilith offered no comfort, but it did give me a purpose.
Now though—now he's back. And each simple breath he takes reaffirms his presence. So I spend hours listening to him breathe, and take my comfort every time he exhales.
A/N: This was originally written for the prompt of "relief' for the supernatural100 community on Live Journal. This fic had to be exactly 100 words.
