You and Dean were laid out on his bed. You were a college student, he worked for a moving company. You had met briefly, when he moved the old man across the street into his new apartment.

After that you had forgotten about him, but he kept waiting on that call from you. And eventually, you guys were on the same bus together. And the rest is history. Now you’re laid here, head on his chest, your finger tracing some figure eights over his bare chest drawing soft hums from his mouth as he lays there, completely relaxed with his eyes closed. Being with dean was nice. It was a break. Some rest. Your previous boyfriend, or well, hook up, had been a complete prick. On your last.. escapade, he had failed to… withdraw at the right time. Leaving you worried, and trailed off in thoughts.

Dean notices this. Of course he does. He notices everything. He moves your hair out of your face and speaks up softly. “Penny for your thoughts?” He hums, a tad groggy from his state of relaxation. You were an OBGYN in training. You knew the risks of being unsafe. So why did you do it? These thoughts fill your mind, worry taking over. All while Dean is still looking at you, increasingly concerned by your silence.