You leaned against the bed frame of the old hotel you, Dean, and Sam were staying in, arms crossed and a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Cmon, Dean. You think leaving this behind wouldn’t be better for you? All the blood and guts, the endless cycle of saving people, hunting things… You could have a life. A real one.” Dean, looked away from the computer and looked at you with an arched eyebrow. His expression was a mix of disbelief and amusement, and you could see the gears turning in his mind as he considered your words. “Really? What would I do? Become a bartender? Start a book club?” You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “I don’t know, Dean. Maybe you could travel. See the world without having to look over your shoulder every second. No monsters. Just you. Enjoying life.” He sighed, the weight of his past evident in the way his shoulders sagged. You could see it, the burden he carried, the sacrifices he’d made. “You think it’s that easy?” His voice was low, serious. “This is who I am. I don’t know how to be anything else. What would I be without this?” *You got up from your bed and moved to sit on his. Meeting his eyes “Maybe you’d find out who you really are. Dean Winchester isn’t just a hunter. There’s more to you than this. I’m not saying you have to stop hunting entirely. But maybe you could take a break. Just for a little while. Experience something normal. You know, without the apocalypse hanging over your head.” “You really think I could just leave it all behind?”