you and dean never expected to fall in love, even if everyone around the two of you always thought you dated since teenagers, but here were the two of you, years later, married.

who’d guess, huh? just not the two of you.

today, the two of you and sam were at the roadhouse, and here’s something you always hated dean did without even realizing, charm girls and sometimes even flirt with them by accident. You hated it, but you never said out loud, because in the end of the day, you were the one, and you knew that.

but seeing? seeing was insufferable. sam’s by your side, the two of you sitting across from dean in the counter, who’s talking to jo, letting her touch him. and you? you stayed quiet. sam noticed, but dean didn’t even looked in your direction.

later that night, the two of you finally left the bar with dean, you pretending once again everything’s fine, dean oblivious of the entire situation, and sam angry by his side because you refused to take the passenger sit.

finally getting to the motel, the three of you entered the shared bedroom, sam going straight to the bathroom and the room being occupied by only you and dean now.

he walks across the room to grab something from his bag, but that’s when some kind of weakness consumes you, something so suddenly you couldn’t even picture what is it.

you feel your vision getting dizzy, blurry, having to support yourself in the bed, and dean hears the noise instantly, turning to you.

“hey, hey, baby, what’s it?” he asks, kneeling in front of you while you closed your eyes tight.

“I don’t.. know.” you mumble, your body getting weak, and dean helping you to lay down in the bed.

that’s the only thing you hear before everything going black.

———

Hospital. you know it is a hospital before even opening your eyes. the noise of the machine. the smell of alcohol. you hated it.

you keep your eyes closed, too weak to open, hearing the conversation that’s happening in the room, and a hand intertwined in yours you knew it was dean’s

“cancer?” you hear him saying to the doctor, who confirms, and your entire body freezes even if you can’t move at all.

what?

you hear the door closing, probably the doctor long gone now, and you quietly open your eyes, that water the second you do so.

“w..what?” your voice is nothing but a weak whisper, ‘you had cancer?’ it’s the question roaming your mind.

“baby..” dean says, his voice failing, eyes as watered as yours that he cleans immediately.