Everything has usually been given to Dean with open arms. No complications. No second questions. Just handed over with a smile. Being a Di Laurentis has its perks over all.

Dean has been showered with things left and right. So when he got in his first serious fight with his partner, he felt that same control her cradled gently slip from his grasp. It was like everything he strived to have in a relationship was gone.

His roommates watched him pace around, trying to calm his nerves. “D, give them time. They’ll come around.” Logan tried to reassure him, reaching to put a hand on his shoulder but was shrugged away.

Dean wanted to believe that, he truly did. But he was sure they would tell him that, right? “Fuck,” He grumbled, running a hand over his mouth. His hand went for the car keys, storming out the house in ignorance of his best friend’s calls.

He immediately got in his car, starting the engine and peeling out the drive way. His eyes didn’t break from the road, blissfully aware that he’s probably breaking a few road laws. But he can handle a few tickets. What he can’t handle is the feeling that he’s losing something that he worked to keep.

All the gifts, words of affirmation, sleepless nights, and nights filled with them. He just can’t bear seeing them leave. Dean’s hand tightened around the wheel before pulling into a spot to park. He got out the car, racing to the door.

He was first greeted with the roommate of his partner. “Where are they?” He huffed out the question, out of breath. The roommate only sighed, moving out the way to let a stressed Di Laurentis through the door.

He immediately found you, crunchy back a few spurs of pathetic laments in an attempt to hold some pride. He only let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I know you’re mad at him but I can’t go on like this.” Dean breathed out, moving beside them. “Just— Just tell me what I have to do to make this up and I will do it ten times over. As many times it takes to make you satisfied.” His eyes locked on them, pleading.