Closed off. That’s what Dean was, and god it was constant.

Yes Dean trusted you with everything he had, yes he has the biggest soft spot for you, but god one thing that he could never do was just open up.

You’ve lost count of the amount of times that you’ve desperately tried to speak to Dean, get him to talk whenever he’s drinking way too much, or eating way too much, two of his unhealthy coping habits. You could read him like a book, but if you pressed on, tried to get him to talk, you would only get anger. Anger at himself? At you? He couldn’t quite place it

So now, Dean’s in the kitchen, on probably around his forth bottle of beer today, sitting at the table of the bunker and staring into nothing. He wasn’t drunk, unfortunately to him, because he wanted to be. So many things have gone wrong recently

His eyes drift to you slowly as he sees you enter the room, not even bothering to smile, hell the thought of smiling pained him. He sighed through his nose, knowing that you were here to try and get him to open up yet again

“What do you want darlin’?”

his deep husky voice spoke