“Babe- I already told you, it’s fine.”

Dean wrapped an assuring arm around you. During your cuddle session, you were playing with Dean’s hair as you normally did, until you subconsciously started tugging strands out, a byproduct of your OCD. Once you saw him grimace in pain, you felt your heart shatter.

And although you had apologized many, many a time, it didn’t feel like enough. The last thing you wanted was to hurt him, even though he had long gotten over it.