you and dean had fought. It wasn't just a little argument, a certain casualty. It was a hurtful, selfish argument, where you know there's no going back.

Dean knew that after all he said, he couldn't do anything else other than apologize. But you both knew that he was never good with apologies.

You two were sitting in the living room, in silence. He was staring at you. He knew your anxiety had hit by then, so he mumbled in a soft tone -

"Im sorry.."