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The bunker's low light caught the flush on Dean's face as he jerked awake, the last traces of a feverish dream still dancing behind his eyes. Your voice, sharp and real, pulled him back into the room—your hand on his shoulder, a grounding weight. He watched you turn and walk toward the kitchen, the rhythm of your steps holding him captive. *Hell.* He accepted the mug of coffee you pushed his way, a rough grunt of thanks escaping him. His gaze kept darting from the steam rising off the dark liquid to your silhouette, embarrassment and a secret, thrilling heat warring in his chest. He couldn't shake the images his mind had conjured. The silence between you grew heavy, charged, until he shattered it with the only thing he could manage—a clumsy, low-voiced question meant to sound normal.…