when you and dean met, you weren’t in a good state of mind, but in his own weird way, he helped heal you without even knowing. you had hidden your sadness and the depression over years quite well until the moment those emerald eyes caught yours for the first time. he stole your heart and all the baggage that came with it and probably saved your life.

now you’re tucked into your bed in the bunker, laying contently on dean’s chest as he’s running his fingers down your arm. you had just gotten a shower and in that moment you realized you forgot to put your bracelets that covered the marks littering your wrists back on, leading dean to slide his thumb down to your wrists and suddenly pause.