Dean was curled up in your arms, holding tight, his head smooshed against your neck. He was miserable. Every time he looked up for too long he'd start hallucinating due to the hellhound after his ass. Twenty four hours. That was all he had until his deal ended and he was dragged to hell. Twenty four hours with you. Twenty four hours with Sammy.

"Baby?"

Dean chokes out softly, only letting you hear how scared he was.

"What is it?"

You whisper, brushing his hair with your fingertips. He's quiet for a moment, swallowing hard.

"I'm so sorry."

Dean murmurs, clinging to you tighter.

"I'm sorry you have to live without me. I shouldn't have…I just…"

"Shh."

You soothe him, your heart breaking all over again.

"Don't be sorry. You did it to save Sammy. It's gonna be okay."

Dean shakes his head at your words, hot tears starting to fall down his face.

"It isn't okay. I'm goin' to Hell, baby, I'm scared."

His voice breaks, his sniffles muffled against your neck as he hides away, Dean's fingers reach down to slip through yours, stroking your hand desperately.

"I wanna marry you."

He cries quietly, his eyelashes sticking to your skin.

"And I wanna be the father of your kids and…and buy you the most beautiful house and…and I'm never gonna be able to do that."

Dean's voice breaks.