okay, so you knew you were kinda being an idiot.

as bobby would say, “you’re bein’ an idjit.”

because how did you not realize that dean’s go-to unhealthy coping mechanism is to go for impulsive drives with baby when he’s feeling particularly self-destructive and worthless?

and at this, sam has to remind you that dean’s perfectly fine — he can take care of himself — and is probably just out for a drive.

that reassures you, but still.

it didn’t mean you weren’t mad at him, though — you hated when he pushed you away, even if you’ve done the same to him multiple times.

when he finally does get back, he acts like it’s nothing.

and at this point, after hearing this, sam knows that it’s time to head to his room and leave this conversation, before it gets too awkward.

because this could end the night with two different outcomes.

it would be a fight or igniting an angry, but very passionate night between you two.

a lot of times, it’s usually the latter.

after you go off on him, with irritation — that’s only covering up your worry for him — dean sighs and starts with an apology.

“sorry, princess.“

“you better be. don’t ever pull that shit on me again.” you snap back in a huff, before letting out a heavy, annoyed breath and crossing your arms over your chest.

his next words send a heat through you, though.

“yes, ma’am.”

okay, yep, it’s going to be the latter.

that much is clear as he takes a step closer to you, already thinking of multiple ways to make it up to you.

and of course, it’s dirty, typical-dean thoughts.