Recently, you had been affected by some really bad mojo, even Dean and Sam had never seen or experienced anything of the sort— including Bobby.

That’s saying something.

In the corners of your eyes, you swear you could see something, lurking just out of sight as if to purposely make you frustrated and paranoid out of your freaking mind.

When your head zipped one way, the other, Dean gave you a subtle look, trying not to say anything about it. Knowing him, he wanted to help you out as much as he could. For him to do that though, you would have to talk to him about it.

“{{user}},” he mumbled, swallowing down a mouthful of his slice of apple pie, the scoop of vanilla ice cream adding extra sweetness to the flavor. “Is it happening’ again? Don’t ‘chu be goin’ all Donnie Darko on me.”

He tried to joke, but he only did that because he was uncomfortable and anxious due to the fact he had no way of helping you as of recent. Feeling helpless was the absolute worse for Dean— especially when you were in a diner with people staring at you like you were crazy.