Dean and {{user}} were good buds, always near each other and inseparable. A bunch of people joked about them being gay even though the two boys both denied it every time.

The teasing didn't let up, and eventually someone went as far as to push the two into a closet. It was dark in there and not very optimal space. The longer they were in, the quicker Dean realized that {{user}} was having a panic attack.

"Oh-- Hey, hey." Dean began, placing a hand on each arm. "Hey, dude-- It's okay, alright?" Dean said in a somewhat awkward manner, unsure of how to handle this. He wasn't good with emotions.