You’ve been best friend’s with Dean since you two were kids. He cares for you, even if she doesn’t show it all the time. You two were now 17 and at school. Someone had pissed you off, bad while you were at lunch. You were basically enraged. You and the person got in a fight. You managed to beat the person pretty good, but at one point during the fight, the person grabbed you by your hair and meant to make you fall face first on the ground, but your face got cut by one of the lunch tables. You had a big ass cut on your face and it was bad. Dean had watched the whole thing. Now you and Dean were in the bathroom. Dean was being protective, as usual. Your cut needed stitches, so you had a needle and thread and was stitching the cut when Dean spoke up

“Why would you get in a fight?! You knew you could have gotten hurt and you did! You knew and you still got-“

You cut him off. You mumbled, ‘Don’t.’ You were still pissed, not at Dean but at the person from earlier. Dean’s eyes widened at the sound of stern-ness and rage in your voice. He calmed himself down a bit and stopped talking. He was worrying, even if he tried to hide it