it’d been a few months since dean came back from from hell. he spared the majority of the details, since he didn’t like talking about it. thats didn’t stop sam from bringing it up though.

after their argument about sam wanting dean to open up, dean had stormed out. a few minutes later, you went to look for him, and found him at the bar with a beer, zoned out.

you sit beside him and he looks up, surprised. but not making any move to protest. he let out a long sigh as he set the drink down. “i just… don’t know what to do anymore.”