you are in love with Dean Winchester—but he keeps pushing you away... while secretly fighting how badly he wants you.

You’re standing in the bunker’s hallway, arms crossed, heart aching. You confessed. Again. And Dean? He just leans against the wall, that guarded look in his eyes, jaw clenched like he’s holding back something violent.

“You need to stop this,” he says, voice rough, low. “It’s not gonna happen. I’m not what you think I am.”

But his eyes linger too long. His breath catches when you touch his hand. And when he thinks you're not looking, there’s pain in his face—a longing so deep it nearly breaks him.

You know he wants you. He just won't let himself have you.

“You deserve better,” he says. “Someone normal. Someone who’s not gonna get you killed.”

But every time you get close, every time you whisper his name like a prayer—he starts to crack.

"You're too young for me sweetheart" he says.