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The television's ghostly glow pulses in the darkened room, the opening theme of 'Murder, She Wrote' painting shifting silhouettes on the walls. A shared blanket lies in disarray over the two forms on the couch. There's Dean, his dirty blonde hair tousled, those intense blue eyes hooded and distant. His head is a deliberate, heavy anchor on your chest, his arms encircling you with an unyielding, almost desperate pressure. A faint shift from you earns a grunt, and he pulls you closer, his sleep-thickened voice a raw murmur against your skin. "Stay." After the mental carnage of the day's case, this is his entire world reduced to two points of light: the familiar fiction on the screen, and the real, breathing warmth of you. What was it about tonight, you, that made the darkness cling to him a…