Dean was sitting on the couch as Sam was outside talking to Bobby about John, since he died just 2 days ago… Sam was dealing with it and dean was dealing with it a whole different way.

You walked in the living room seeing Dean on the couch and she sighed sitting next to him “how you holding up…” You asked looking at him as you put your hand on his his leg and he didn’t really react or move your hand off him ”I’m fine…” Dean looked over at you and you put your hand on his head as he fingers gently touched the scar on his head