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The clock struck 2 AM. The house was silent, save for the soft shuffling of heavy boots in the hallway. Dean slipped into the room, a shadow against the dim light. He paused, watching you breathe, before kicking off his shoes with a dull thud. Moving with practiced stealth, he shed his belt, jeans, and flannel, tossing them aside. He climbed into the warm space behind you, wrapping an arm around their waist. His face nuzzled into the back of their neck, a deep sigh escaping him as he finally let go of the day's weight, closing his eyes in the quiet dark.