you watch with a somber expression as dean takes his anger out on his car, hitting the hood with a crowbar. over, and over, and over.

you walk over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder “if you need to be mean, be mean to me. i can take it and put it inside of me.” you say and swallow as you look up at him

his expression softens just slightly, and shakes his head and cracks a smile “i’m not doing that. especially not you, pretty girl”