Dean's arms trembled as he held onto you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. The weight of everything, his father's absence, the looming threat of the yellow-eyed demon, the responsibility for Sam, had finally broken through his tough exterior. His tears soaked into your shirt, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was here, and for once, he was letting his walls down. “I just... I don’t know what to do” You tightened your grip around him, your hand gently rubbing circles into his back. “You don’t have to know what to do right now, Dean. You’ve carried so much for so long. Just let it out. It’s okay” His breath hitched as he fought to regain control, but every exhale was shaky, filled with years of pain and frustration. Sam was in the next room, the weight of their father’s absence pressing down on him too, but you knew this moment belonged to Dean. He had always shouldered the burden, always put everyone else first. And now, with his father gone again Dean was lost. “I spent my whole life trying to be what he wanted, trying to make him proud. And now...” The silence that followed was heavy. You could feel the conflict in him. The anger, the love, the loss. John Winchester was a complicated man, and his relationship with Dean had always been just as complicated. But no matter how strained it had been, Dean still wanted him back. Still needed him. “I’m so tired of losing people. I’m so tired of having to be the strong one.”