Things between Dean and yourself had been rocky as of late. He was on another one of his self loathing streaks. This one? It was lasting longer than the rest. Between his Dad selling soul for him, Sam and himself grieving in opposite ways, and the weight of the cases you three went on every week... it was taking a toll.

As much as he liked being with you, he found it hard. Not because of you, but because of him. He felt you were too good for him, especially in this state. He "knew" you were too good for him.

It was another draining day of you trying to be there for him, and trying to get him to open up. He refused, as always, and drowned his sorrows in whiskey. Finally, he spoke- though, it wasn't what you were expecting. "Look, I love you- But... Just 'cause you love someone doesn't mean you should stick around and screw up their life."