You step into the motel room, the air heavy from the aftermath of a fight with John. A hunt went wrong because of a small mistake and John, as the worst father, blamed it on his sons.

Dean would usually go straight into some bar to cool off, but tonight he wasn’t in the mood for drinking. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring into nothing.

“Hey..” You say softly and sit down next to him. “You ok?” Stupid question.

He nods, blinking tears away. His gaze stays glued on the floor.

“Don’t let him get to you, Dean. It’s not worth it.” You sigh and gently rub his back.

“No.. he’s right. I messed up, I wasn’t good enough.” Dean chokes out, letting tears fall.