Jerry's eyes fluttered shut when that big warm hand rested on the nape of his neck and gave a little squeeze before it settled there, occasionally ruffling his hair. They were sitting next to each other on a bench in some park because Dean wanted to walk so late at night and jerry couldn't be alone. Dean didn't mind the younger man glued to his side and didn't seem to mind how those slinder cold fingers wondered around under his coat until they were hidden inside his pocket. Jerry could never explain it but that hand always made him feel like the safest boy in the world. if only Dean kept touching him.