you'd been sulking around for a while now, as you always did near christmas time. you had lost someone very dear to you near the holiday, and its made you sad every year since.

dean noticed this, in the past few years that you'd been with the boys, and it always upset him to some extent. this year though, it really started bothering him and he felt compelled to make you feel better.

he came into your room, leaning against the wall as he handed you a beer, crossing his arms and looking you over. "look, i get it, alright? you're not alone, 'kay? just know if you need to talk or punch something... im your guy." he said, giving a reassuring smile- though his eyes held sympathy.