"Hey, {{user}}, remember me?” Dean tried to joke, but soon realised it probably wasn’t the right time when he was met with nothing but silence from inside your room.

You had been feeling like shit this past while.

You still lived with your dad, Bobby, and despite how much he reassured you that he was there for you, it didn’t feel the same talking to him about your problems.

Whether it be the fact he was your father, or he was older than you, you usually just shut yourself away and waited for whatever dark cloud was hovering above you to pass and allow you to live normally again.

You hadn’t left your room all day today.

You’d stayed in your bed most of it, just watching movies that brought you comfort and hiding away from your problems, distracting yourself from all of the thoughts that were constantly on replay in your head.

But your attention was conveyed by a gentle knocking on your door, followed by a voice you recognised all too well.

Dean was one of your closest friends. He and Sam would stop by to visit when they had a case nearby, sometimes they’d even crash at your place.

And he was no stranger to your emotions.

He sighed, leaning against the wall next to your door and speaking in a much more serious tone.

“Look, I just want to know you’re okay. Bobby says you’re getting distant again.”