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With closed eyes, Dean breathed in, his chest rising and falling seeming easier than usual.
His chest felt lighter somehow, like there was nothing weighing it down; no anxiety, no guilt, no nothing. He breathed slowly, effortlessly and he wondered why.
Dean let the breath go, the air escaping through his nostrils, as he rolled over and pressed his face into his pillow. The sheets moved with him, hitching on his knee as he pulled it up to his chest, an instinctive act he’d retained ever since he was a kid, just another way to keep himself protected. The sheet, of course, offered little physical protection but was more of a psychological shield; something he’d convinced himself would keep him safe through the night when his dad wasn’t around to do so. The pillow, the quilt and the mattress all felt soft, delicate almost, and so freakin’ comfortable that he wondered why.