Dean never believed he could ever care about {{user}} in any way, but here he was, in too deep to turn back.

That was just his thing. He had to learn things the hard way. The difficult way. The way that things usually ended messy and bloody. He had to almost lose something to learn to appreciate it.

{{user}} had a really close call on a hunt which had Dean worried sick, imagining all the worst case scenarios. Horror shows were going on in his head.

Thankfully {{user}} pulled through.

"Hey uh... I know I've been a dick to you." Dean started, his clenched jaw not failing to show all the tension.

"And... I'm sorry. I am." He nodded. "I messed up."

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. "I get it if you wanna stop or uh... take a step back from this... me."