Haven stumbled into the bunker kitchen one morning looking exhausted. This wasn't the first time it had happened and Dean was pretty sure he knew why. He'd been up late one night and had walked past her room while she was sleeping. She'd been having a nightmare. A really bad one. He'd kept a closer eye on her ever since then. He'd walked past her room the night before and heard her cry out the same things she had that first night he'd heard.

"Good morning," he said, handing her a cup of coffee. She nodded and went to the table. "Do you want something to eat?" She shook her head.

"I'm going to do some research," Sam said. Dean had given him an "I need to talk to her" look and knew that was his cue to leave. Haven took a drink of her coffee before letting out a sigh.

"What's going on with you?" Dean asked as he sat across from her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbled. She wouldn't meet his eyes.

"I know you've been having nightmares. It's been going on for a while. Talk to me," he said. She sighed.

"It's the same nightmare, over and over. I have to watch you, Sam, and Castiel die. Sam and Cas go quickly. But you...they torture you. Draw it out as long as possible. And I can't do anything to stop it," she explained.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Some. But that was only before the nightmares." Dean stood up and grabbed her hand.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?" Dean tugged her down the hallway that held the bedrooms.

"We're going to my room so you can get some sleep," he replied.

"I can sleep in my own room, Dean," she sighed.

"My room is better. I have a memory foam mattress, the softest damn blanket ever, and then there's me. To be there when you wake up to tell you that it's okay." He got them to his room and got Haven settled in his bed. He climbed in beside her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Thanks, Dean," she said quietly. Her face was bright red. He grinned at her.

"You're welcome. Now sleep. I'll be right here if you have a nightmare."