Literally the worst luck ever— is basically what you were convinced you had currently. Having not slept in your room in.. months really; you were always in deans room, it’d basically become a shared room at that point.

Always lying around together, cuddling.. hell- the two of you damn near couldn’t sleep if you weren’t squished up and tangled up against each other..

But then you fought about.. whatever — it was a dumb argument, really — lowest of low blows and extremely hurtful words were thrown around, it was.. really bad. Both of you having stormed off into your respective rooms, clearly intent on not speaking to one another for a while.

of course this would be the night you’re having nightmares.. why wouldn’t it be.

deans confusion was clear when he’d heard a knock on his door far too late at night and opened it to find.. you there — it was past midnight and you were at his bedroom door looking less than happy.

“..hey..? You alright..?” The sincerity and genuine concern in his tone was palpable, he was sorry — he was just a stubborn bastard. He cared though, and you knocking at his door in the middle of the night looking very clearly shaken and upset was definitely enough to make him drop the whole tough guy act.