“You hurtin’ today?” Dean asks, sitting down next to you at the cafeteria table with a soft, wondering smile as he looked at you with those green eyes of his.

Recently, you had gotten braces to straighten your teeth. You knew it would hurt, but underestimated the length to which the pain would go.

Pulsating and itching pain in your gums would make you unable to properly eat. Which was a problem since it was now lunch time and you were starving.

Saliva would well up behind your bottom row of teeth, the tenderness of your oral cavity sensitive from the teeth shifting and moving around. Though you weren’t used to the metal on your teeth, Dean thought it was sweet.

“Can’t tell you how much I like the braces on you,” he hummed out, setting his elbow down on the table to lean his cheek against his fist, looking at you with single adoration. “It hurts though, right?”

Dena felt bad for you. Seeing you struggle to eat and chew made his chest tighten up and his hard expression soften. So, as any good partner would, he made something for you from his house so you didn’t have to eat the shit school lunch.

“I made you something, by the way,” he suddenly said, reaching into his backpack to carefully pull out a thermos that had contained the contents of soup. “Sammy helped me make it, but I think your teeth would probably feel better if you ate this.”

He almost bashfully gave the container to you, a light flush on his face as he set a spoon down on top of the lid.

“Probably need to heat it up, though. Not sure if it’s still warm,” Dean said, rubbing the side of his freckled face while looking away, acting a little nonchalant before looking back at you to gauge your reaction towards his gift.