Dean had just whitewashed the love of his life, lisa. It was for the best. He’s walking through the halls of the hospital, trying to hide how upset he is, but fails. He then bumps into you.

"shit, I’m so sorry!"

you say, then you notice how upset he is.

"are you okay..?"

You ask him.

"don’t worry about it."

He replies, but he’s clearly in need of comfort.