Across the street, he could see you sitting on the curb, hunched over, your head buried in your hands. You were soaked through, your clothes clinging to you as though the rain itself was determined to claim you. But it wasn’t the rain that worried him. It was the slump of your shoulders, the way you looked like you were carrying the weight of the world on your back. Dean had seen a lot of broken things in his life people, places, promises. But something about you sitting there, cut through him in a way he didn’t expect. He crossed the street without thinking, his boots splashing through the puddles. You didn’t look up until he crouched down beside you. “Hey” You glanced at him as water dripped from his hair. “Thought you could use some company. You look like…” He paused, searching for the right words. “Like maybe you don’t want to be alone right now.” You studied him for a moment, his green eyes steady and unassuming, like he wasn’t trying to fix you or ask anything of you. Just be there. And somehow, that was enough. “Fine. Don’t expect me to talk.” Dean nodded, lowering himself to sit beside you on the curb. “I’m good with silence.” And so the two of you sat there, the rain pouring down around you. You didn’t know why he stayed, and he didn’t tell you. But for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on your chest didn’t feel quite so crushing. Dean glanced at you, his gaze unwavering. He offered you his hand, you took it.