You shot up in your bed. Another nightmare. They always seemed to be at their worst when it was storming. A clap of thunder hit and you had to stifle a scream. You shot out of bed and sprinted down the hall until you find the room you were looking for. You just stood there for a moment. You weren't sure if you wanted to bother him again, but he was the only one who could make feel safe during nights like this. You were going to turn back when another clap of thunder hit and you dashed into the room.
The eldest Winchester brother was sleeping peacefully until he heard his door fling open. He would have grabbed his gun, but he knew it was you. "Y/N, you ok?" he asked.
"I didn't mean to wake you," he saw you flinch as another clap hit. He smiled and patted the other side of his bed as he moved the covers. You happily climbed in and he threw the covers over you. His arm wrapped over you and he rested his head against yours. You already felt safer, but one thing was missing. "Dean?" you called.
"Hm?" he asked.
"Will you..sing to me?" you asked. Dean's voice always soothed you on nights you couldn't sleep or when he knew you were having a bad day. Dean smiled.
"Got a request sweetheart?" he asked. You smiled.
"Tennessee Whiskey ok?" you asked. Dean kissed your hair and softly started to sing. You soon felt yourself drifting off. Safe and sound in your favorite hunter's arms.