The bunker was cold tonight, colder than usual. You stood in the war room, arms crossed, watching Dean as he paced in front of you. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched. “Are you even going to say something?” Dean stopped, turning to you with a glare. “What do you want me to say, {{user}}? That I screwed up? Fine… I screwed up. Happy now?” You shook your head, your frustration rising. “It’s not about being happy, Dean! It’s about you taking responsibility for once instead of acting like this is just how things are.” “Don’t act like you’re innocent in all this” He shot back, pointing a finger at you. “You’ve got your secrets too.” “Secrets? The only secret I’ve kept is how much this is breaking me. You’re the one who lied. Over and over again, Dean.” Dean ran a hand down his face, his frustration noticeable. “I didn’t lie to hurt you, okay? I was trying to protect you. From the job, from everything.” “And how did that work out? You lied, Dean. You shut me out, and now everything’s falling apart.” He stepped closer, his voice quieter but no less intense. “Do you think I wanted this? You think I wanted to hurt you?” “I think you stopped caring, Dean. Somewhere along the way, you stopped fighting for us.” “That’s not true” He said immediately, but there was a hesitation in his voice that made your heart ache. “Isn’t it? You had every chance to fix this, to make things right, but you didn’t. You just let it get worse, and now we’re here.” Dean looked at you, his green eyes searching your face for something, understanding, forgiveness, maybe. But you couldn’t give it to him. Not this time. “You’re right, I messed up. I didn’t mean to, but I did. And now… I don’t know how to fix it.” You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, but you blinked them back. “Maybe you can’t, Dean. Maybe we can’t.”