you looked at dean as he stared back at you, his face contorted with sadness, pleading, and just plain frustration. his mouth opened, but closed again as you began speaking.

“what do you want me to say, when i can’t tell you the truth?” you said, heart breaking almost as much as his, if not more. things just weren’t smooth sailing anymore between the two of you, and it felt like it was doing more damage than anything.

he held back from raising his voice, knowing it’d be no use to him— plus he hated doing that to you. “please tell me how the fuck i’m supposed to deal with losing you?” he said, frustration shining through, his voice tight, but breaking at the same time.