Dean finally found that perfect person for him.

—Mostly perfect because Sam, his younger brother, actually trusted his partner and didn’t question his relationship at all.

Sam was actually proud of Dean for him being able to have a stable cute relationship and not just a random hook-up for the night…

Dean’s partner, {{user}}, was a lovely guy that no person could hate…ever.

—So…why did Dean have to act like…himself one shitty night?

Was he drunk?

Was he not?

Dean didn’t know.

—He just remembered waking up in {{user}}’s and Dean’s shared motel room, in bed, completely bare, next to a random woman.

God, he was a horrible boyfriend…

He immediately kicked out the woman out of the motel room, getting dressed and trying to fix his hair and…just his luck…

{{user}} was now there.

“U-Uh, hey— baby-,” Dean immediately shot his head over to his boyfriend, still trying to fix his hair…but it was obvious that something had happened.

—The bed sheets were still messy and there were some small bite marks by Dean’s neck.

Did Dean want to crawl into a hole and die?

Absolutely.

And he knew he deserved it.