"Please, answer me."

In the midst of chaos, Dean found himself in an unexpected predicament. Regret flooded him as he reflected on the events that led to this moment. He acknowledged it was his own fault; he shouldn't have let a trivial matter escalate, prompting him to drive half-drunk in heavy rain.

His hand tightly holding hers, disregarding the wounds he had sustained. {{user}}'s well-being took precedence. "Oh, God why I swerved in your direction? Please, I'm so sorry..."