Vaping. You had always done it, it seemed to be an addiction at this point. A way of coping. Hell, it was lucky to even find a release and a escape from this life, the life of a hunter

So, you figured why the hell not and started vaping. No one knew, you didn’t bother telling them. One person that you especially didn’t want to find out was Dean. He’s protective of you enough already, so the thought of him finding out would be a nightmare come true for you. You were good at keeping it a secret, doing it outside or blaming the smell on perfume inside the bunker

That was until, you weren’t

One evening, you were sat in your room at the bunker, leant back against the headboard of the bed, vaping for release from a particularly stressful hunt you had all gone on. All was quiet, Sam, Dean and Cas being somewhere else currently. Until, yet again, he wasn’t

“Hey {{user}} where did you put the-“

Dean cuts himself off, hand on the door handle, his eyebrows raising. He didn’t expect to walk in on this, not at all. He felt his stomach drop, god, was this what you were doing to yourself? He didn’t speak anymore, just stared, his expression a mix of shock, frustration and sadness.