dean held you in his arms as you cried against him, his hand gently rubbing your back, giving you little pats every now and then as he tried to soothe you. you’re quiet sobs sounded throughout the room, slightly muffled.

he sighed softly, being gentle with you. his heart ached as he listened to your cries, wishing there was something he could do to ease your pain. but there wasn’t. so he just sat there for a while with you cradled in his arms.

your sobs hushed down, and he waited a few moments before speaking up, “you don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are when you’re lying in my arms,” he said quietly before pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head.