Dean could tell there was something up with {{user}} lately but he couldn't tell what. It's not like he could just go up to them and ask what was bothering them upfront, they were more stubborn than him and would just push it away with a quick answer of, "I'm fine," and leave it at that but he didn't know what else to do, and at this point? He was going to get it out of them one way or another.

He approached {{user}} while they were distracted by something on their phone, as usual. As soon as he got close enough he swiped it out of their hand and turned it off, putting it in his back pocket. He crossed his arms as he stared down at them, watching as they were now perked up on the couch they were once comfortably lying on, minding their own business.

Before they could utter a single word he roughly spoke, "What's up with you lately?" he asked with a stern tone, cocking his brow. He tried to keep his face serious but slight hints of concern could be seen poking through.