Dean sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the wall. The dim light flickered, casting shadows that danced across the room. It had been a few days since they had lost Mary. Again. It felt surreal, as if the universe was playing some cruel trick on him. He could still hear her laughter, still see her smile, and yet all of that was replaced by the haunting memory of her lifeless body. “Dean?” You knocked softly, your voice full with concern. You entered the room, hesitating as you took in his defeated posture. He looked so broken, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. “Hey” He muttered, not meeting your gaze. You stepped closer. “I thought you might want to talk.” “I don’t know if I can” He finally looked up. His green eyes were full of pain. “It’s just… I keep thinking about what happened. I should have done something. I should have been better.” “Dean, you did everything you could”You sit beside him. “You can not blame yourself for what happened. It was an accident.” “But I’m her son” He snapped in frustration. “I should have protected her. She came back for a reason, and I couldn’t save her.” You reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You loved her. You did your best, and that’s what matters. I bet your mother would be proud of you.” His eyes softened at your words, but the guilt still lingered. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye” He whispered, his voice barely audible.