It was 3 in the morning and Stiles was sitting in his bed sweating bullets.To put it simply;he was terrified.Once again the boy had a nightmare but unlike the others this one was so much more vivid than the others and it actually felt like he was dying.He didn't realize that he started crying until a tear dropped onto his hand.

"Great,I'm crying again!" He muttered angry at himself for being so fragile.

A sudden crack of thunder made him jump nearly ten feet in the air.When he realized how jumpy the dream made him act,he scoffed to himself.It was no secret that he had major anxiety issues but he hated himself for them.Paired with his ADHD,it makes his life a living hell.Another crack of thunder and lighting flashed outside his window.

A startled noise left him before he decided he needed to find something to calm him down.Dean was the first thing-well person to come to mind.He would know what to do,for some reason Dean always knows how to make him feel safe.It's just something about the older man that maks him feel protected and cared for.Stiles just always assumed it was because Dean had a younger brother named Sam and he just gave off the older brother vibe.

But what if Dean got mad at him for waking him up so late?Is it really worth the risk,just to feel safe again?A third crack of thunder made up his mind for him.Stiles got out of his bed and padded slowly to the older's bedroom.He stopped in front of the closed door,running a nervous hand through his brown locks.The poor boy just hoped his housemate wouldn't be too upset with him for waking him up so late(-or early in the morning you could say-).

Bringing his hand up,he gently rapped his knuckles on the smooth surface of the door.There was no answer so he took a deep breath and tried again coming up with still no answer.Dean was probably already out cold and Stiles thought maybe he could just get in bed with him until he calmed down enough and then he would leave back to his own room.

He just needed to be around someone at the moment and Dean was the only person he had available.Twisting the knob,he opened the surprisingly unlocked door.He shut the door behind him and looked to see Dean sprawled out on the king sized mattress.Blankets thrown off of him in his sleep and hair mused from sleep.The sight brought a tiny smile to the boy's face.

"Dean?" He called out hesitantly.A incoherent mumble in his sleep.

"Dean,are you awake?" He tried again still no answer.

"Dean,please wake up." Stiles was near begging at this point but Dean remained unconscious.

"Dean wake up!" He said loudly while shaking his shoulder lightly making the man shoot up in his bed straight up,eyes searching the room before they landed on the teen.His tense shoulders relaxed slighly but not by much.

"Stiles?What's wrong?" He asked quickly in concern,his voice still thick from sleep.Though he was perfectly alert.

"I just had a nightmare and needed to talk." The brunette admitted while anxiously biting the nails on his left hand.

"Oh alright,come here then." Dean sighed,partially in relief while also partially in irritation from being woken up.He patted the spot next to him on the bed and Stiles complied silently.

"So what was it about?" He asked calmly.

"Dying." Stiles stated bluntly.

"Don't I know the feeling." The blonde laughed dryly.

"You do?" he asked,curiosity shining through in his doe brown eyes.

"Course I do,been to hell and back kid." Dean scoffed.

"Oh..." Stiles had no idea what to say.

"What did you want to talk about?" He hummed while his forest green eyes mapped out every detail of the teen's face.

"Anything really,I just didn't want to be alone." The younger shrugged in response.

"Well how's school?" Dean asked in attempt at small talk.

"Hell." Stiles scoffed in response making the man laugh.Stiles caught himself admiring his housemate's laugh.The rich deep sound and the way his eyes formed crows feet when he laughed.The light that danced in his forest green eyes when he would laugh.

"Oh come on,it's not that bad." He assured the younger of the two with a bright smile that could stop time.And god did Stiles want to stop time in this very moment and keep it like that forever.That way,he wouldn't have to go back to school or nightmares and he'd be in this moment with Dean for the rest of his life.

"Whatever you say..." It wasn't hard to tell he didn't buy into it one bit.

"How's work?" Stiles changed the subject so he wouldn't be on the spot anymore.

"Fine." Dean's eyes lost their spark and his expression hardened at the mention of his work.Stiles never actually knew what he did for a living but he knew that he paid his share of the rent and that was good enough for him.

"Okay then." He shifted awkwardly making Dean's attention snap back to him and the hard expression to vanish back to wherever it came from.

"You should try and get some sleep,you have school in the morning." Dean sighed softly.

"It's already morning." Stiles huffed in reply.

"All the more reason to get some shut eye while you can." The older aruged.

"I don't think I can Dean." He admitted while frowning.

"It's okay,I'll be here this time." He told the younger male.

"Promise?" The hope filling his doe eyes would have killed Dean to crush so he nodded.

"I promise,now lay down and get some rest." Dean ordred gently while pushing the boy into a laying postion.

Stiles let him without complaint and closed his eyes as Dean's arms snaked around his waist.He held the smaller male against him with one arm while the other grabbed the blanket he'd thrown off in his sleep and tossed it over their snuggling forms.And so Dean fell asleep with the adorable Stilinski boy cuddled into him.