Out on the street, I let my hand fall away, but instead of moving away completely, I step around to stand in front of him, my hand resting flat against his chest. It's still possessive, in a way, but mostly, it's meant to be grounding. And maybe I'm also trying to ground myself. There's always been an element of this thing with Dean that I just can't touch, and as much as I get it, I need him to help me out a little when it comes to navigating it all.

"You okay?"