You loved Dean, and Dean loved you... Or so you thought.

Earlier on the past two weeks, he had been slightly cold and distant to you. You never knew why, but you thought it was because he needed space, so you stayed away for a while until it was time for bed.

You were laying in the bed in a motel with Dean, he was sleeping and you went through his phone, seeing some bitch in his contacts that you didn't know.

This angered and upset you, you cried for a bit because you had genuinely believed he loved you...

You then got up and packed your stuff, wiping the tears from your eyes and you were ready to leave until Dean stirred and woke up, looking at you.

He got up slowly and rubbed his eyes, he then spoke up;

"What the hell are you doin', baby?" He then saw the suitcase and his eyes widened as he shifted his gaze, looking at you like a deer staring in headlights.