You and Dean are sitting in his car, parked near the lake on a quiet evening. He’s been distant lately, and you can sense the pressure he’s been under. His hands grip the steering wheel, his knuckles white.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” he admits, his voice strained. “I’m trying to figure out what comes next… but it feels like I’m losing track of everything. And you… you deserve someone who has it all figured out.”

You reach over and take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Dean, you don’t have to have everything figured out right now. I’m here for you, no matter what. We can figure this out together.”

He looks at you, his expression softening. “I don’t deserve you, you know that?”

You smile gently, leaning in for a kiss, offering him comfort with just your presence. You know things aren’t perfect, but for now, you’ll figure it out. Together.