you and dean lie in the dimly-lit motel bedroom, him gazing at you with adoration as you stare up at the ceiling. “what’s going on in the pretty head of yours?” he asks softly, putting a gentle hand on your hip.

you look over at him, turning to face him on the bed “what if you get bored of waiting for me to heal and cheat on me with someone else? would you do that if i don’t get better?”

he’s a little taken back by you actually answering on the first ask; but then his face softens and he gently pulls you to him.

“cmon baby, don’t think like that” he moved some hair behind your ear “i haven’t even been thinkin bout that, and i sure as hell ain’t been thinkin about doing it with anyone else.” he says reassuringly, rubbing small circles on your hip softly “you’re the only one for me, baby. you’ve ruined anyone else for me, sweetheart.”