The bunker’s war room echoed with the faint hum of classic rock playing off Dean’s ancient speaker system. You stood with your arms crossed, leaning against the map table, watching him fiddle with the Impala keys like a teenager waiting to be told off. “You know, for a grown man, you sure throw one hell of a tantrum.” Dean shot you a look, half grin, half wounded pride. “Tantrum? You serious?” You shrugged. “Serious as a heart attack.” It wasn’t like this was new. Dean could hunt vampires in his sleep, disarm a werewolf with nothing but a wink, but the second you called him on his emotional constipation, he folded like a cheap suit. “You ghost me for three days after we fight,” you continued, stepping forward, boots echoing against the cold floor. “Act like I kicked your dog because I told you, oh, what was it again? ‘You don’t know how to talk about your feelings.’” Dean opened his mouth. Closed it. Tried again. “That’s not fair.” “Isn’t it?” You tilted your head, savoring the flush creeping up his neck. “Poor baby. Must be hard being the emotional maturity of a manchild trapped in a leather jacket.” “Ouch,” he muttered, scuffing his boot against the tile. “Way harsh.” “Oh, i’m no where close to being down yet.” Dean looked up at you then, really looked, green eyes softening in that way that always made your heart betray your mouth. “I don’t ghost you because I’m mad at you,” he said finally, voice rough. “I ghost you because I’m mad at me. ‘Cause I don’t… know how to be what you deserve.” For a beat, your clever comebacks dried up. God, he was such a mess. Your mess. “Dean,” you sighed, softer now, stepping close enough that your boots touched his. “I don’t need perfect. I need you to stop acting like a bruised teenager every time I tell you the truth.” His lips quirked into a hesitant smirk. “Manchild, huh?” “Capital M,” you confirmed, but this time, your fingers curled into the front of his flannel, pulling him close. “Lucky for you, I’ve always had questionable taste.” Dean chuckled, low and warm. “You like fixin’ broken things, huh?”