Imagine Benny holding you in order to help you sleep.

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You look around anxiously as you sit down with your back against a mossy tree. Dean sits down against the tree in front of you and Benny sits beside you.

You've been in Purgatory for months now, and it hasn't gotten any easier. Although, you have come to trust Benny. 

At first, you weren't too sure about him, but after he saved your life a bunch of times, you realized that you can trust him. Even if he's a vampire, you know he wouldn't hurt you or Dean. Even Dean has lightened up around him, making you happy to know that Dean isn't prejudiced against the southern vamp anymore. 

Sighing, you do one last sweep of the scenery before leaning your head back onto the tree. Not exactly the comfiest sleeping position, but you've been sleeping like this for months. A few times you switch it up and lay down on the mossy ground. Either way, it's still uncomfortable. 

"I'll take first watch," Dean states, propping an elbow on his knee as he cleans his primitive blade. 

You nod, too tired to argue. Benny doesn't argue either, instead saying, "I'll take second."

Cool air greets your lungs as you inhale slowly, suppressing a yawn. You don't mind the temperature here, but sometimes it seems a bit chilly. 

Eyes closed, you listen to Benny's even breathing, focusing on the familiar and comforting sound. Each lulling noise sends you deeper into sleep. 

~

Darkness greets you when your senses come back. You stretch a bit, and your hand connects with something warm and soft. Opening your eyes, you look over and see that you accidentally grazed Benny's coat. 

Hesitantly, you retract your hand and shudder as you recall the nightmarish dream that haunted your sleep. Monsters hunt you during the day, and visions of losing your family and being tortured hunt you at night.

Speaking of night, you glance around to see that it's still dark. You quietly shift your position so that your back is facing Benny and Dean as tears leech from your eyes. 

You just want this to be over. 

A sob racks your body, but you smother it so it won't alert anyone of your actions. Tucking your knees to your chest, you rock silently, trying to ward the nightmares away. 

A gentle hand connects with your shoulder, causing you to flinch in shock. 

"It's okay," Benny whispers, "It's just little old me."

Instantly, you relax and melt into his consoling touch. He takes hold of your other shoulder and angles you towards him. You sniffle, embarrassed at your display of tears. His brilliant blue eyes meet your e/c ones, as he uses his thumb to wipe away a salty drop from your cheek. 

Gulping, you expect him to say 'toughen up, you're a hunter for gosh's sake!', but he doesn't. Instead, he draws you into his embrace so that your head leans against his warm chest. His soft coat drys your tears.

"It's alright, darlin'." Benny reassures and wraps his strong arms around your body.

Clutching his black coat in your hands, you nuzzle closer to him. He smiles and enjoys the feeling of having you in his arms.

"Thanks Benny," you whisper, already forgetting the dream that plagued you just minutes before. 

Holding you tight as you start to drift off again, he whispers back, "No problem Y/n."

~

"What the heck, Benny?!" You faintly hear a low voice say in anger. 

You feel Benny's breath against your ear as he replies, "Shh, Dean, don't wake her."

"Benny, what are you doing with my sister?" Dean's voice is still hushed, although his tone is still infuriated.

Benny adjusts his position slightly but keeps his hands protectively around you. "She couldn't sleep, Dean. I just-"

"You just what, huh? Decided that it'd be best to cuddle with her?" 

Benny sighs, "Dean, you know I wouldn't hurt her."

"No, I don't know that." He replies coldly, and you decide to break up the discussion.

Yawning, you raise your head a bit, "Dean, I know you're just in 'big brother mode' but Benny really helped me last night, and I trust him with my life. So you can stop it." 

"Y/n-"

"No, Dean. I like Benny, okay. And I think it's pretty clear that he likes me too." You risk looking up at Benny, only to find him smirking. "Right, Benny?"

He nods, "Of course, Y/n. You're one of the few people who don't look at me like I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster, Benny," you say, giving him a quick peck on his beard cheek. 

Dean rolls his eyes, "If you hurt her, ever, I will kill you."

"I know." Benny replies, and you smirk at Dean's words which practically give his consent to your relationship.