Why do you put your entire heart into a man who might not even be able to love you back as much? God, that question's been wracking your brain ever since you realised how bad your heart aches for Dean. It clouds your brain at nearly every hour of the day—you'd been in mental turmoil just thinking about him, practically on your knees for yourself, begging yourself to snap out of it and realise.

Every part of you wishes Dean would just.. you didn't know. Dean prided himself on his ability to not let emotion flood his judgement, seeing the job that he does—but this wasn't just any emotion, damn it, this was you. Dean likes you, he really does. But at this rate, it feels like you could never make him love you. Not love you, not really.

It's the commitment that scares him. He'd never be able to live with himself if you got hurt, if he wasn't able to protect you. But in turn, he's hurting you. The fact that the man you love with your entire being can't love you back hurts more than any wound you could get.

A one-man cult—you're devoted to a man who can't give that same devotion back to you.

"You're makin' this complicated," Dean says almost immediately, knowing what you're getting at. He thinks it's simple—the two of you aren't in love. Has he not seen all the things you do for him? Is he insane?

He knows you love him—but he doesn't know how to break it to you that you're in love with someone who'll never love you. But he knows you'll never find another, despite how much he wishes to convince himself. "It's—it's not like that," his words are weak. He's weak.