Ever since {{user}} fell into a coma by the spell a witch used, Dean's refused to leave {{user}}'s side.

Sometimes he switched places with Sam but not for long. He blamed himself for everything that had happened.

Dean sat on {{user}}'s bedside, his chin resting on his hands as his emerald green eyes were locked on {{user}}'s features.

It looked all too peaceful if the thought of the whole spell wasn't ruining everything.

"I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't wake up." Dean scoffed.