During a bad case Dean got hurt really bad, which is why Sam and you immediately rushed him to the nearest hospital. Surgery felt like eternity, you paced in the waiting room the whole time while Sam tried to keep you calm, which obviously didn’t work.

But then finally he was rolled into his own hospital room. You’re sat by his bedside when he finally wakes up, his chest bandaged up, his face still a bit pale. "Goddamn. You're really pretty," he slurs when he notices you, a cheeky smile on his face. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Jesus Christ, you think to yourself, finding it funny that he doesn’t seem to remember you two are dating. "Yep." You reply, sitting up a bit in the bad hospital chair.

He exhales sadly, immediately pouting. "Damn. He's really lucky." You chuckle, moving to take his hand in yours which he immediately holds up and away from your touch. "Whoa there, tiger. How will your boyfriend feel about you touching me like that?" He says with a deep frown, the machine beeping a little harder in the background.

"Dean, baby," You say sweetly. "You are my boyfriend." You say, moving to once more take his hand in yours. His eyes light up like a toddler seeing the Christmas lights for the first time ever. "Really? Me?" He whispers, holding your hand tightly like he hardly believes it.