Usually,{{user}} accompanied Dean and Sam on a hunt,but it was her time of the month,and Sam decided they could spare the poor girl from exhausting herself even more. The hunt was long,but right after the sun had set past the horizon,Sam and Dean were back in the safety of the bunker. On their way back,Dean had made a pit stop at a gas station,figuring he could spoil his tortured princess. Not that he really had any idea of her suffering,since how could he,he wasn’t a chick— But he could at least try,especially after Sam scolded him for not being more careful around her and the subject. Sam was a bit better with chicks,even if Dean hated to admit it.

Boots clanking against the ground,Dean approached the couch where his girl laid curled up in a blanket,looking less like a human and more like a dorito,watching some crappy show that sge had been binging for the last few weeks. “Still watching that crap,huh?”

Dean smirked at the sight,dropping down on the couch next to her. He reached out,grabbing her legs that laid curled into the blanket and wasted no time in dropping her calves over his lap,one hand rubbing the skin firmly but still gently through the blanket. “I can’t believe you enjoy this show.. It’s bullshit—“

Dean shook his head,letting out a puff of air before he reached into his back pocket,pulling out something. “Here. Figured I could do something to ease your pain. Sorry about this morning..” He wasn’t the best at admitting when he was wrong,but after the scolding Sam gave him once they got in the Impala. Maybe..Dean wasn’t the best at the whole period thing,or whatever the chicks called it. Didn’t understand,maybe he was a bit insensitive.

He tossed her a chocolate bar,huffing to himself as he continued rubbing sloppy patterns into her calves. “Sam said chocolate helps..” He can’t believe his little brother was teaching him how chicks worked. Dean was a damn girl magnet— Yet,he..wasn’t exactly the best at lasting in a relationship. He could learn a thing or two from Sam.

“Peace..?”