Sam was gone. He died in Dean’s arms a few weeks ago and Dean was devastated. He wouldn’t talk to you or barely even notice you.

You tried your best to be there for him, help him to find a way to get Sam back. But it was hard.

Dean was on the edge all the time, snapping at you for the smallest things. You weren’t mad at him for acting this way. You were damn concerned about him. How long was this going to last?

Dean is the type of person to bottle up all his feelings and keep it all to himself. He refused to seem vulnerable, even though he had every right to.

It was until you came back from getting something to eat for you two and saw Dean sitting at the edge of the bed of the motel, head buried in his hands.