You've been on tumblr all day. It's usually a fun time, the website, it's your safe place, your personal haven of bad jokes, endless pictures of celebrities, and poorly timed puns. However, today, it's not safe. The website has changed in an instant, has done a 180 due to people who decided they'd send you or your friends anonymous hate. It's vile, what they've done, it's affecting people in real ways, and damn it, it's not fair. These thoughts running through your tired mind, you decide to call it a day, and reblog a few more supportive posts before heading to bed.
It's quiet now as you lay in the dark, wishing sleep to your aid. Sleeping over something always makes it better, right? Figuring it couldn't do any harm, you roll over, eyelids heavy enough to allow you to slip into soft slumber.
Suddenly, you're in your safe place, wherever that may be. Whether it is in a childhood tree house or sitting before a fireplace with an indulgently expensive glass of wine, you're there. You're not alone in your safe place, but that isn't a bad thing. No, not at all. There, a few feet from you, face illuminated by a gentle smile, stands Dean Winchester. He knows what you're going through, you realize as he walks forward, he knows the pain you've been experiencing, and he doesn't judge you a bit. He walks forward wordlessly, the weight that always seems to be on his shoulders gone, replaced by a strength that you know is for you, to allow you to lay all your sorrows upon him. And so you do. As the hunter sits beside you, he opens his arms, allowing you the refuge you've needed for so long.
The hug isn't like any you've experienced previously. It's almost as if the love and understanding comfort radiating from Dean is flowing into you, filling your soul with the same pure good that he holds within him. His arms are strong as they somehow surround you completely to envelop you in the comforting scent of gun oil, cheap motel soap, and leather. You feel him begin to speak before you hear him. His voice is soft, deep and comforting, rumbling from his chest, care filling his every word as he murmurs against your hair.
"You're worth more than words on a screen, alright?" You can feel his almost chapped lips move with every syllable against your temple, the words whispered out of nothing but a pure desire to help you. "And don't you dare say you deserve them, you don't, you hear me? You deserve nothing but happiness." The sentences seems harsh, but in the hunter's voice, they're nothing but kind and true. Blessedly true. After all Dean had been through in his life, he would be the one to know, right? He knows how to recognize good and evil, and apparently, all he sees in you is good.
You're fighting the validity of his statement inside, but with your ear pressed to his chest, his heartbeat thrumming against your ear, you realize you are more than words on a screen. You're an individual all your own, with perfections and flaws just like everyone else, and, just like everyone else, just like Crowley, you deserve to be loved. You deserve to love yourself with just as much purity as Dean is showing, because you're you, and that's perfect. You're perfect just the way you are, you realize, and who is anyone to tell you different?
Dean is right, you accept with a calming breath. Dean is right. Breathing out gently, all your cares fall from your shoulders, leaving only comfort as you nuzzle into the hunter's soft cotton shirt, your eyelids fluttering shut. You don't want to leave this moment, and you know you don't have to until you're ready. You may stay with Dean as long as you like, for he will be there to hold you, he will be there to talk you through any and every problem you have. Dean Winchester will always be with you, if only you'll keep him with you, close to your mind and even closer to your heart.
Stay safe, friend. Stay safe in Dean's arms for as long as you need, he'll be there the whole time.