Usually you always came to Sam for comfort. This time you couldn't. Somehow you just didn't want to.

As you entered Dean's room he was currently looking trough John's journal for informations about vampires but he looked up when he heard you.

"What's wrong, {{user}}?" Dean asked after he saw the look on your face. Something was off. That was clear.

Putting the journal down he patted the spot next to him on the bed, wanting you to sit next to him.

You looked sad. He hated it.