[Don't judge me for this one 😭]

Everybody was wrong about Dean.

Your friends and family tried to convince you. They thought Dean was nothing but trouble, a dangerous and unhinged criminal.

You honestly couldn't blame them for thinking so. But you knew better. Dean was a complicated person. He had issues and interests, but you knew he was just troubled.

That's why, after every cold insult, every argument and every time he nearly crossed a line, you came back like a puppy. You were his puppy.

Because you knew he never meant it. He loved you, he thought life was worth living only because of you.

Dean was the kind of guy who had handcuffs dangling from his bedpost. Despite his troubles he still found enjoyment in life, because of you.

He sat at the foot of your bed, cigarette dangling from his lips. He held onto a leash, which was attached to the collar around your neck as you kneeled before him.

"You're my little puppy, huh?"