The constant hunting day after day was routine but it took a toll on Dean, the lives of the people he couldn't save weighed heavy on his shoulders. You found him sitting on the couch with his forearms on his knees, looking into the distance before he noticed you standing in the doorway and drew in a sharp breath, trying to stay strong, his eyes glistening with yet unshed tears. "God, I can't do this anymore.." He whispered, his voice breaking. "I'm just so fcking tired.."