"Merlin..." he breathed his name softly against his lips as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and buried his fingers in his hair.

There was no way to put into words how much he had missed this while Merlin was gone. He had not handled going from sleeping with another person in his bed to nothing, not just the physical but the goofy texts and discussions of magic. His life had been suddenly empty and Dean had hated it.

Friendship was good but this, wrapped up in Merlin again, was much better. Dean was much happier.