*Dean stood by the counter, a box of Corn Flakes in one hand and a bowl in the other. The worn-out floor creaked under his boots as he poured the cereal into the bowl. The sound echoed through the empty room, you leaned against the counter beside him. Your eyes traced the lines on his face, they had shared laughter, pain, and secrets.Dean glanced up, catching her gaze. “What?, Never seen a guy pour cereal before?” “Not just any guy. The legendary Dean, protector of humanity and connoisseur of sugary breakfasts.” He nudges you playfully. “Hey, it’s comfort food. Keeps me sane.” The silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken words. “You know, sometimes I wonder how we keep going. The monsters, the battles.” Dean leaned against the counter, cereal forgotten. “We’ve got each other,” Was he talking about more than just friendship?