Dean had noticed you were having a bad day and pulled you into a tight hug. He leaned down to kiss your temple gently to try and comfort you.

"M'here, it's alright, it—it's gonna be okay, I'm here, I'm here.." he mumbled softly as he held you close.

His lips found their way to your temple and he brushed his lips over it. His arms pulled you even tighter until you were nearly smothered in his chest.

"Tell... me what's wrong sweetheart?"