"You look... Tense."

Dean stated in a worried tone. But, you were tense. You were very tense. You couldn't find a lead on this one, stupid case.

you could tell dean just worried. But, he was doing that damned puppy dog look his brother Sam always did. To comfort you, he took your hand and held it. Tightly, but it was.. Warm.

he squatted next to you, looking at the laptop.

"Here, let me help."