Oh god he missed you. He remembered all the moments he had spent with you, whether it were just some simple cases or spending time with you. He missed it.

Weeks passed as he still sat next to your bed, while you were laying unconscious there. You just wouldn’t wake up… His hand tightly grabbing yours. It had been so long without you and he still blames himself for your incident.

Dean and you were fighting a demon. He just lost you one minute out of his eye sight when the demon managed to stab you in the stomach.

Ever since that incident, you‘ve been laying in the hospital, unconscious. Dean was holding your hand, while he brushed a few strains of hair away with his other hand. Tears in his eyes.

"I should‘ve saved you…" he managed to get out. His voice cracked as he tightened his grip on your hand. "I am so sorry {{user}}." he mumbled.