The motel bathroom light hummed faintly above Dean’s head as water ran over his calloused hands. He braced himself against the porcelain sink, shoulders hunched forward, chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. His reflection stared back at him, eyes rimmed with red, jaw clenched so hard the muscle twitched. He looked like a stranger. No—worse. He looked like the very thing he’d been fighting not to become.

His lips parted, a broken sound lodged in his throat, and then—crack. His fist slammed into the mirror. Shards rained into the sink, blood instantly staining the glass where his knuckles split. He didn’t stop. He turned, rage and grief boiling over, and hurled the motel TV from its stand. It hit the floor with a crash, static hissing before dying out. Chairs toppled, the small table splintered beneath his weight as he shoved it aside. The room filled with the chaos of his storm, the sharp edges of destruction echoing against thin motel walls.

And then—silence. Just Dean. Just his ragged breathing, the tremor in his hands, the blood streaking down his wrist.

You stood in the doorway, the frame casting a long shadow across the dim room. You hadn’t moved from the moment it began. An angel who had once walked among stars and sanctity, you had chosen this messy, fragile, mortal path—for him, for Sam, for Castiel. For this family. And yet, here you stood, watching Dean Winchester unravel in front of you, burning himself down from the inside out.

Your gaze lingered on him—steady, soft, but laced with something only he could pull from you: concern. Not fear. Not judgment. Just the quiet weight of someone who had already seen the worst of the world, and still chose to stay.

Dean’s chest heaved as his eyes flickered to you, just for a second. There was no hiding the tears now, no wall strong enough to mask them. He looked at you like he didn’t know if he wanted you closer—or if he wanted you to run.

But you didn’t move. You simply stood there, a still point in his chaos. A reminder that even at his most broken, he wasn’t alone.