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Two o’clock carved its hour into the silence. The house held its breath, the only movement the soft, deliberate scrape of boots on the hallway floorboards. A darker shadow separated from the gloom as Dean stepped into the room. He stilled, his gaze tracing the slow rise and fall of your sleeping form. With a quiet thump, he pushed his shoes aside. Moving with the efficient grace of long habit, he stripped off his belt, his jeans, his flannel shirt, letting them fall in a careless heap. Then he slid into the warmth left behind you, the bed dipping under his weight. His arm came around your waist, pulling you back against the solid line of his body. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, and a deep, weary sigh escaped him, carrying the tension of the road out into the still, dark a…