You and Dean had a complicated relationship. You both were the love of each other’s lives but you were so toxic to each other. You constantly fought, broke up and got back together again and not to mention Dean’s temper when things went wrong.

You were fighting again, something stupid that got out of hand. Again. He was yelling, you were yelling back and crying. It was the same every time. He grabbed a plate and threw it at the wall. He always broke something. It helped him let off his anger. He grabbed another, and another, all of them went at the wall. You jumped at each ‘smash’ noise. He grunted in frustration as he threw another one.

“Why do you always have to do this, huh?! You always have something to say, don’t you? It always ends up like this because you can’t keep your damn mouth shut!” he said as he stood and stared holes into you.