Dean had always walked around wearing his wedding ring. He was proud of his relationship with his wife, always showing her off but being protective of her. When you saw that he was playing with his ring, your stomach filled with dread.

Quietly, you walked over to Dean and sat beside him. He was slow to look at you, his eyes red and swollen. His nose was running and he looked guilty and drunk.

"I didn't cheat." Dean whispered, a sniffle following his words. At least that eliminated one of your guesses...

Just as you were about to speak, Dean reached for his beer and downed it. When he reached for his refill, you pulled the glass away from him, earning a glare from him.

"I don't want her to die like Mom or Jess, Sammy." Dean whispered, his voice breaking.

Dean closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down but to no avail. He began to break down, his fist clamping his ring tightly. He was a mess, sobbing uncontrollably into his hand and having body shakes. He again tried to reach for his glass of beer but you grabbed his hands, pulling him into a hug. It had been a long time since you had hugged Dean, but you knew you needed it.