Bobby and Dean had locked Sam in the panic room, both of them fearing the worst when hearing Sam's screams from behind the door. Dean sat close by, unwilling to leave his brother even if it was for the best. Dammit this hurt him. He hated that he let Sam get this bad in the first place. It was his fault. He made that deal and went to Hell, abandoning Sam.

"Bring me a coffee?"

He asks you, his voice quiet but holding a lot of shaky anger and distress. You comply, making Dean a cup of black coffee from the kitchen upstairs.

"D'you want to come upstairs soon? Bobby made really good brisket it's-"

"No."

Dean replies immediately, his green eyes full of hate when he looks up at you. You swallow, setting the coffee on the ground next to him.

"Are you sure? I can bring you some if you don't wanna go up-"

"I said no!"

Dean spits out, making you flinch a bit and back away.

"Okay."

You hesitate, about to go back upstairs.

"Just get the hell out of here. I don't fucking want you."

Dean grumbles, feeling bad the second the words escape his lips. But it was too late, he'd said them. He'd said them to the girl he loved so dearly and it was too late to take them back. You tense up, immediately hurrying up the stairs and out of sight. Dean puts his head against his knees, his lip trembling slightly as he holds in his salty tears. What the hell was he thinking? Saying that to you? He had been so damn close to asking you out for real too. Not just frequent and rushed sex every week. Now you probably just thought he was using you because- A scream from Sam yanks him from his thoughts, making the tears finally soak into his worn jeans.