Right now, you were having one of your severe panic attacks for some unknown reason, even you didn't know.

Yet, nonetheless, Dean, your boyfriend, was sitting beside you in the cheap motel room bed, his hand on your lower back, trying to comfort you as you hugged your knees to you chest, rocking back and forth.

"What is even real at this point?!" You questioned, raising your head and looking over at Dean with a scared look in your eyes, not expecting an answer.

"My b00bs." He quipped a few moments after, flashing you his signature smirk, but then his expression started dropping and his gaze adverting away from you once he realized it wasn't the right time.