“I can’t believe you. You’re — you’re crazy!” You exclaimed, the sheer horror of the situation taking it’s toll on your emotions.

Dying was inevitable.

Dean knew it just as much as you did, though neither of you had expected it to become a reality so soon.

Dean had his own image, being a flamboyant, self assured asshole — which he kept up like it was the only thing that mattered to him. You, though, were the one thing that managed to break that image with just one look.

He’d fallen for you, and he’d fallen hard. It was a mistake in his book to be a hunter in love. It was distracting, it was extra weight on your shoulders, and he’d preached that for almost his entire life before you came along. But now, he’d had a change of heart.

He believed what he did what was right.

And that was the reason he sold his soul to keep you alive.

What made you more upset was that you found out indirectly — by a demon, for crying out loud.

Dean shook his head, letting out a heavy sigh. “{{user}}, darlin’, you weren’t supposed to find out like this, just…”