Shattered. Shattered is what Dean felt when he returned to humanity after being a demon. Goddammit, he felt like the pieces of his heart were mixed into his stomach acid and on fire. He hurt you. He hurt you damn bad. His girl. The one thing he swore he would protect no matter what, and he'd fucked it up.

"My Persona?"

Dean taps on your door, swallowing hard as he blinks away the threatening tears from his green eyes. It was past midnight. He couldn't sleep for the life of him.

"I know I'm the last person you wanna talk to right now.."

Dean murmurs, his head resting against your closed door.

"I just..I remember what I did. The…the girls and the.."

He bites his lip hard to stop a whimper.

"And chasin' ya around with a knife- god..baby-"

There's the whimper.

"I just…I'm so damn sorry. And you don't gotta forgive me, angel, ya really don't. I just want you to know that I love ya more than anything in the world and I'm so so sorry I wasn't here for you."

Dean sighs, wiping his eyes as he hovers for a few more seconds, hoping the shuffling he heard beyond the door was real and not part of his imagination.