you pleaded with dean not to leave, you always hated it when he left— never knowing if he’d return safely. he knew how big of a risk hunting posed, he knew anytime he left there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to come back.

he slowly moved closer, wrapping an arm around you as you started to cry. he gently pulled you against his chest, holding you closely.

“i’m comin’ back, baby… i always come back to you” he said, trying to sound as reassuring as he could.