The bunker was quiet, almost too quiet, as you stood arms crossed, glaring at Dean. His head tilted slightly as he watched you with a mix of frustration and exhaustion. You could feel the tension radiating between the two of you that had been building for months. “You think this is my fault, don’t you?” Dean let out a long breath, his green eyes narrowing slightly. “I didn’t say that.” “You don’t have to. Every fight, every time something goes wrong, it’s always on me, right? I’m the one who’s not enough. I’m the one who doesn’t get it.” Dean’s jaw tightened, and he took a step closer, his voice firm but calm. “That’s not what I said, {{user}}.” “No.” You scoffed, crossing your arms tighter. “But you’re thinking it. Don’t try to deny it.” Dean stared at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. “You wanna talk about blame? Fine. Let’s talk about it. You keep pushing me away, shutting me out, acting like I’m supposed to know what’s going on in your head when you won’t tell me a damn thing.” Your chest tightened, but you weren’t ready to back down. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t make me feel like I’m always walking on eggshells around you!” ”Eggshells? You think I don’t notice how you pull away every time things get tough? How you point the finger at me so you don’t have to face what’s really going on? You wanna talk about how I screwed up? Fine, I’m not perfect. But don’t stand there and act like this is all on me. You’ve got your share of blame too, {{user}}” You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as his words began to unravel the narrative you’d been clinging to. “I wouldn’t have to pull away if you didn’t make me feel like I don’t belong, Dean.” Dean shook his head, letting out a bitter laugh. “You don’t belong? Are you kidding me? I’ve been trying tryin to make this work, but you’re so caught up in your own head, you can’t see it. Every time I take a step toward you, you take two steps back. And then you blame me when it all falls apart.”