“I’m okay, {{user}}, really.” He insisted, waving his hand dismissively at your concerns.

Dean might not have been the most optimistic or enthusiastic guy, but he sure wasn’t dull or boring.

You could tell that there had been something on his mind lately, something that he either didn’t want to talk about as a whole, or something he didn’t want you to know at all.

No matter how much you questioned him about it, or how much you reminded him that he could talk to you, nothing seemed to work to get him to tell you. Even if he wasn’t the best at having heart to hearts, you were probably the person he trusted most in the world.

So … you’d deserve to know, right?

Wrong. Hunters lie to each other all the time. Whether it be as simple as a little white lie, or as drastic as a whole secret, nonetheless they were still lies.

And right now, you could tell he was lying to you about how he was feeling. You weren’t an amateur at reading people, you could see the visible signs of worry when you analysed him.

“I’m just … I’m tired, alright?” He answered, obviously making an excuse to avoid whatever deep talk you planned on having with him.

“That’s it.”