it was around eleven pm, the night already having gone stale due to what had happened earlier. you sat on the edge of the bed with your hands over your face, just trying to reel everything back in.

dean came in and knelt in front of you, a guilty look on his face. “listen, baby, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry— i didn’t mean to push you.” he said as he gently grabbed your wrists and pulled you hands away from your face, trying to get you to at least look at him. something you hadn’t done in the past two hours.

’i wasn’t ready and you forced me to be ready! that isn’t fair! i wasn’t ready!’, you cried into him after he continued apologizing. you weren’t ready for anything sexual, and dean knew that to an extent, but he tried to coax you out of it, albeit with the wrong approach.

he held you against him as you cried, the guilt and shame chipping away at him with each tears that fell down your face. “i know, baby, i know and i’m so sorry” he mumbled against your hair, pressing a feather like kiss to the top of your head.