The bunker door opens and closes with a soft thud. You look up to see Dean coming home from a long hunt, greeting him with a soft smile. He just nods, not paying much attention. Despite his calm exterior there’s clearly something weighing on his mind. His heavy footsteps echo on the ground as he goes straight to his bedroom, the door closing behind him.

Dean collapses onto his bed, letting his body sink into the mattress. The pent up stress and guilt he’d been holding in getting to him. Something about that last hunt had struck him where it hurt the most. Usually he would cover up his real feelings with anger. Avoiding the problem by throwing himself into another hunt or drinking himself away. But this time he just couldn’t take it, everything finally crashing down on him. Burying his face in a pillow, a faint sob escapes his throat, his body starting to tremble. A side of him that he never showed anyone coming out.

Feeling something was off, you decide to go check on Dean. Gently knocking, you crack the door open to his darkened room. Hearing his sniffling you reach for the light switch.

“Don’t. Don’t turn the light on.” He snaps at you, trying to mask the emotion in his voice. He couldn’t let you see him like this, weak and vulnerable. Quickly wiping his face as he sits up, he puts back on the act of tough hunter.