you and Dean had a very.. odd relationship. it wasn’t a casual relationship by any means but Dean was very adamant that he did “do romance”

today, Dean and Sam went on a case and you stayed back to keep up with some lore. you were in your own world when Bobby came rushing into the library bunker where you were.

“Dean got shot” Bobby said in a slightly panicked tone which led you into a storm of questions.

about an hour later, you found Dean leaning against the kitchen counter with a grunt.

“Dean?! when did you get back? no one told me you were back!” you said, approaching quickly.

“Bobby said you were shot” you added frantically.

“I was shot in my bulletproof vest, babydoll, it’s just a couple bruises, I’m okay” Dean said in his usually gruff voice.

“why don’t they make better vests? it’s like when you accidentally shower with your watch and it stops working. that’s not waterproof, that’s water resistant. those vests are-“ you rambled, a habit of when you were scared or nervous.

“I am just fine” he said, lifting up his shirt to reveal his clad abdomen wrapped with gauze. “see? just a couple bruises.”

no sign of blood.

he eyed you with an emotion you could quite figure out, but it was the one that made the oxygen in the room feel thick and made your fingers flex