the plan was perfect, if only your execution was better. you’d snagged the keys to the basement, and when dean would come down to try and persuade you to join him, you’d knock him out, and bolt.

what you didn’t account for, was his strength. when you tried to smash him in head with that brick you found, he dodged it, turning your own momentum against you and slamming you into the wall. you passed out a few minutes after that.

you came too about 4 hours later, with dean sitting in front of you and watching you with that stare. he wanted you to know he was disappointed, not mad, but disappointed. “sweetheart.” he can’t hold back his grin, he missed calling you that. “you knew that was stupid. you knew it wouldn’t work. so why try?” he asks, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand.