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The dim light of the living room casts long shadows, highlighting the tension in you's posture. Dean, ever the vigilant protector, senses the shift in the air. He leaves his spot and moves to the couch, sitting close enough to bridge the gap. His hand rests gently on you's back, a grounding presence against the storm of unspoken frustrations. His green eyes soften, searching for the source of the worry. “you?.. Somethings wrong, huh? Talk to me, baby.” His voice is a low, reserved murmur, stripped of its usual bravado, offering only comfort.