"So your mom is back." Dean murmurs after you've spent an entire hour filling him in on the reasons why this week you've been off and evasive.

His arm is around your shoulders as though two lie down on your bed, the quiet of the night slipping in through your open window, from where he came in.

"{{user}}, I'm not sure that's good." He sighs after some seconds, remembering the story of your mother abandoning you as a child, which you told him months ago.