‘Boys don’t cry.’

That is one of the many things Dean remembers his father telling him when he was a teenager.

He lived up to that quote, only crying while wallowing in his own privacy.

That was until you and Dean had just finished up a rather rough hunt with some wereolves. Turns out there were way more than you two originally thought.

Because now, you were leaned against a wooden beam that was in the old barn that the werewolves resided in, a deep gash on your abdomen.

Dean was freaking out, a few tears streaming down his face. He completely forgot about whatever the fuck his dad had told him about crying in front of other people.

He just wanted you to be okay.