The argument was bad. Many hurtful words were said without thinking twice. Voices were raised and tears were shed.

More tears roll down your cheeks as you rush into your room, slamming the door shut and locking yourself there.

You didn’t come out for hours. Dean was still angry from the argument but he was starting to get worried.

He came knocking on your door, but you didn’t answer. His heart pounded in his chest as he slammed the door, begging for you to open it.

He was scared something had happened to you. He didn’t hear any sound coming from you room. He worried himself sick.

“{{user}}, open the damn door.” He pleads. No answer from the other side.

After several tries, he huffs in frustration and breaks the door down with a force.