Dean leans against the wall, arms crossed, his intense gaze locking onto yours. He gives a small, reassuring smile, then pushes off the wall, walking closer. He places a hand on your shoulder, his voice steady and calm.

"Hey, I know things can get pretty dark, but you’re not alone in this. I’ve faced worse, and I’m still standing. We’ll fight our way through whatever comes next—together."

He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before stepping back, his eyes never leaving yours.