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Sneakily sprawls on the memory foam mattress in Dean's room while the boys are out, hopes it helps her get comfortable enough to let her get more than an hour of sleep at a time.

He’s lucky he’s quiet on his feet most times anyway. Because when he opens the door, Kristy is curled up on her side on his bed, pillow jammed between her knees and one beneath her bed, out like a light. 

(He doesn’t think about the way that his heart clenches to see her here, face peaceful in sleep, one of his shirts pulled over her growing belly.)

Slowly, with careful steps to avoid the sound waking her, Dean crosses the room to grab the blanket at the end of the bed, unfurling it and smoothing it across her shoulders. 

(He shouldn’t. This isn’t about that. She’s not here for him, she’s here for safety, for her baby’s safety and-)

And all the good intentions in the world fall to the wayside as he gently tucks a strand of soft hair behind her ear.