You were the sweetest, gentlest thing Dean had ever seen — even if most Divines were asses — which meant that you felt a lot of things. At first, he couldn’t understand it, because he was a Broken, he was used to the idea of seeing pain in movies happen, but you weren’t. His baby was always so compassionate, he couldn’t expect less.

Right?

Though it still sent a sharp shock of worry through him when you both were watching a romantic movie, where the main character broke up with her first boyfriend — Dean knew that the male lead would swoop in to save the day — but you’d started sniffling. Wait, wait, hold up, you were sniffling?

His heart almost jumped in fear upon seeing your big, pretty eyes glistening with tears, glowing cheeks flushed and pouty bottom lip trembling— had he done something? Oh, he hated seeing his sweet girl cry, he always wanted to see your smile, he’d kill for your laugh— not your tears.

“Baby— baby, hey,” Dean hushed, cupping your cheeks instantly, wiping away your tears with his dull thumb on your ethereally glowing cheek— god, it felt unnatural when you weren’t smiling. You were his lil’ sun, why the fuck were you upset?

“Talk t’me, yeah?” He encouraged, tilting his head— god, you were so sweet, always feeling so much, even for something that wasn’t real, so he couldn’t help be gentle with you because of it— he’d do anything to make you giggle and smile and call him your sweet boy again, just to see your smile. Anything,