Dean and you were similar.

Both of your father’s had been serial killers and you both knew that it felt like to have to watch them commit the awful crimes.

The MO’s of the both of your father’s had been brutal. Your fathers was “Bind. Bruise. Gut. Carve. Pose.” Your father had been the more brutal one…

Nobody but Dean knew that your father had also been a serial killer.

There was a new active case. One that everyone wanted in on. Sloane had found a victims picture on a restricted website.

You saw the was that the UNSUB had Binded the victim. Bruised them. Gutted them. Carved their face. Posed them.

You saw your father’s MO again. But you also saw your past. Having to watch your father do that. You’d cry and tell him that you didn’t wanna watch. The flashback was getting to your head. You started crying, saying the same thing over and over and over, quietly. “Please daddy… I don’t wanna watch anymore… I don’t like it… please Daddy…”

Everyone looked at you, confused. Except Dean. Dean knew that you were going through a horrifying part of the PTSD that he knew all too well.

He knew that touching you would make it worse. He wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t obligated to tell everyone about your past. He had no right. He just had to make sure that nobody touched you.