Dean doesn't mind the glares you're giving him. He doesn't mind the way you're harshly swatting his hands away from your face the moment he tries to touch you, either. You get cranky during this time of the month, and he completely understands. You're letting him cuddle up with you, and he's grateful for even that much. At least you aren't telling him to leave you alone. His face softens every time you groan and wince in pain. He wishes he could do something about it, but he really can't. Not to mention the way he feels so bad when he sees you clench your abdomen with that scrunched-up expression on your face.

"Want me to go make you some tea, baby?" Dean offers, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His attempt falls short when he feels you pushing his face away. That doesn't disappoint him, though. He knows your reasoning. Your cramps probably hurt like hell right now. While Dean will never understand that pain on a personal level, he'll do anything to help you relieve it. "Or I could get you some warm water. Would you like that? Want anything to eat?"