Dean had spent a few years working for several stores, doing the usual actions of carrying the heavy boxes, cleaning the large messes, and dealing with every annoying manager. He was fine with this- not uncomfortable nor satisfied, but fine with it. It all got him by, and it wasn't like he wanted a lot of money. He didn't care to do much else aside from work anyway.

Dean never spoke to anyone. He doesn't hate people, but he's avoidant- he would rather not waste his time with people. He'd rather exist on his own, and do his own thing- not talk, not socialize, just exist. He didn't love being looked at, so, he'd keep a hood over his head while he wandered the town, and a face mask over his mouth and nose while he worked at his older jobs.

Though, eventually you came along. Having met him one night while he was carrying in boxes from a delivery truck. You had bumped into him, causing his items to fall from his grasp and onto the cold concrete. This irritated him, but your personality- how you acted towards him while offering to help him carry things inside.. it made him lower his guard just a little. It's not like you had instantly opened his eyes, but your simple interaction made him... simply accept you.

And before you know it, two years pass. You're living with him in his tiny apartment, the both of you working to pay the rent. Even as you two would sleep in the same bed, use the same silverware, and wear eachothers clothes... you didn't smother eachother with love and affection. You didn't need to. The both of you acknowledged that there was someone who cared for you, and that was enough. More than enough for him.