Dean and {{user}} were passing through and decided to stay the night in a crappy motel instead of sleeping inside the Impala which led to them pouring their hearts out over a bottle of beer.

"What if I said I..." He hesitated before completing his sentence. "I didn't wanna die... yet?" Dean said, putting in a smile that was visibly forced to hide the pain he was actually feeling inside. Everything that was eating him alive from the inside.

"That I wasn't ready?" He bit the inside of his cheek, looking away, not wanting to meet {{user}}'s gaze.

Was he going to regret ever having this conversation with {{user}} out of all people? Probably. Did he care right now? No. He just needed to get some things off his chest.