It was dark outside when Dean had showed up at your doorstep, looking defeated, his eyes filled with nothing but the heartbreak that you knew so well— all this pain, because of Rory.

You welcomed him in, as you always did. Because you loved him, and you wanted to be there for him, to mend the heart that somebody else had broken. But it wasn’t enough, not when Dean always went running back to Rory the minute she snapped her fingers.

You could tell by the look on his face that he was tired, he gently shut the front door behind him as he sat down on your couch. Admittedly… you were starting to move on from this relationship— or whatever the two of you had. Sure, you shared gentle kisses, sweet words, and touches that felt too true. But it was all built on the foundation that Dean was hurt and he needed someone, he needed you at the time, not that he loved you and wanted to be with you, not that he chose you.

You tried so hard to make him let go of her, of Rory. But he couldn’t. So you decided to let go of him, or so you thought, before you let him in once again.

“I saw Rory today,” Dean began, his voice sounded strained, filled with sorrow. “She’s… she’s with someone else now, it’s really over.”

He looked down, guilt mixed with his hurt. And he could tell that you were hurting too. “I know it’s unfair to you. I keep coming back because you make me feel safe. You make me feel like I can be okay again. But it’s not fair to you. You deserve better.”

“I’m so sorry… {{user}}.” His voice was shaky, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.