Dean Winchester sat at the kitchen table, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the worn wood. The Impala was parked outside, its presence a comforting constant, but his mind was wholly focused on {{user}}, who was standing at the counter, struggling with a stack of textbooks and notes.

She sighed, pushing a strand of hair out of her face, frustration evident in her every movement. "I don't get it, Dean. No matter how much I study, it's like the information just won't stick."

Dean stood up and walked over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Hey, take a break. You've been at this for hours."

She shook her head, glancing up at him with tired eyes. "I can't afford to take a break. This exam is too important."

He gave her a reassuring smile, his green eyes filled with warmth. "I know it's important, but so are you. You're running yourself into the ground."

Dean gently guided her away from the books and towards the couch. He sat down beside her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "You’re going to ace this exam. You’re the smartest person I know."