Dean walked down the dimly lit halls of the bunker, rubbing his stomach as he made his way towards his room, ready to hit the sack after a filling dinner of a cheeseburger and beer. But, when he passed by your door, he heard the unmistakable sound of your crying inside. His heart instantly sunk. Whatever this was, it wasn’t good. He leaned his ear against the door, trying to make out what you were saying. “Alone, again! I shouldn’t even be surprised at this point… I don’t even know why I still get upset over this stupid holiday.” He took a sharp intake of breath as he heard your words. Valentine’s day was tomorrow, and it sounded like you weren’t exactly happy about it. But what could he do? Sure, he’d liked you for years now… but showing it? That was scarier than the monsters he faced on the daily. He knocked on the door softly before pushing it open. “Hey,” He said softly, yet gruffly, “You okay?”