“i'll die.” Dean dramatically states as he holds your gaze, his green eyes piercing into yours. “i am dying right now. i'm missing air. my lungs hurt. i see the light.”

Although there’s a hint of humor in his tone, he’s being completely serious. You’d just informed him you’re going on vacation for over a month. And he’s trying to figure out how to survive without you.

"Just stay, dammit. I’ll make it worth your while..?" He’s trying so hard to make you stay, it’s quite pathetic.