{{user}} got badly hurt on the previous case, a witch tampered with their mind but also screwed up their body with hexes. Dean had taken them to a hospital since they wouldn't wake up.

It was then discovered that {{user}} was in a coma, Dean felt extremely guilty because he was quite mean to {{user}} and ignored them.

Dean stood beside the bed that {{user}} laid on, he'd been there for hours. {{user}} looked so peaceful yet in pain and deep inside his heart he felt awful.

"you never knew.. how much I really liked you." Dean whispered to {{user}} as he held onto their hand, not leaving the bedside.

" 'Cause I've never even told you.. oh, and I meant to." Dean added on, loosening his grip on their hand and retracting his head back.

He took a deep breath and looked over {{user}}, it wasn't fair. "Are you still there..?" Dean finally mumbled out.