Dean and {{user}} were on bad terms due to Dean getting annoyed and angry, not at {{user}} mostly at himself, and he had ended up getting caught up in the feelings and told {{user}} he hated them. Dean regretted it so much. He felt so guilty about his actions, his inability to be different from John sometimes.

Dean didn’t get a chance to apologize as the next morning {{user}} was gone. They had just upped and gone. Left the bunker without a word to Dean, only a post-it note for Sam saying they had ‘other responsibilities to attend to’. Which was odd because they never seemed to pay those ‘other responsibilities’ any attention before now, or at least when they were with Sam and Dean.

So here Dean was a few days later, on his knees at the side of his bed in the bunker, praying. It was something he vowed to himself he would never do, because it was ‘weak’ asking for help from some angel. But he wanted, no, needed to apologize to {{user}} somehow.

"{{user}} I know you might not be listening- that you’re ignoring me. I get that. I do…I just- I want to say I’m-…”

Dean took a deep breath, resting his forehead against his clasped hands that were on the edge of the bed, closing his eyes as he continued.

“I’m sorry {{user}}. I am. I didn’t mean to hurt you- I was being stupid and too caught up in my own feelings…And-and I took it out on you…I’m so sorry…Just…Just please come back. We- I need you to come back {{user}}. Please."