The feel of Benny's warm body under him is almost like a silent blessing. He had been quietly missing, praying for something like this since he made the call to end it. A solid rock, someone who he could lean on with out expecting anything in return.

Here he is, Benny laid out on his bed, both of them fully dressed and the vampires fingers in his hair just gently stroking through it. It's making him tired but he's too tense to fall asleep. Not just yet.

He needs more reassurance that Benny is here and whole. That he came back, even when Dean pushed him away.

It comes in the form of Benny's other hand stroking along his arm, lips pressed to his forehead. A soft voice saying, "easy brother. I'm here. Just relax. I'm not going anywhere."

Every part of Dean screams this is wrong. He's weak for wanting this. Needing it. Too tense, not used to the kind touches. Violence is more his forte. Not hugs, or cuddles. But Benny keeps holding him tight, the hand on his arm moving to his back and gently rubbing it, humming a soft tune.

He doesn't let go, not even as Dean relaxes, going lax in his hold. His eyes close, breath evening out, even if he's still alert. "I'm sorry…"

"I know. I know why you did it, but I promise I'm not leaving you. I'm here for you alright?"

Dean smiles tiredly against Benny's chest, one hand fisting in the fabric of the others shirt. "Alright."