He walked into the motel room, not knowing that you were sitting on your bed, crying. His eyes widen slightly as he slowly closed the door and put the food he bought on the table.

Without asking, he already knew what was going on. - Dean knew you’re having a hard time right now and who could blame you? Being a hunter isn’t the easiest thing on the world.

He slowly got closer and sat down next to you. "C'mere {{user}}.." Dean said as he opened his arms slightly.

Without hesitation you immediately hugged him, burying your face into his shoulder. Your tears draining his jacket.

"It’s okay.." he said, a tone of worry showing. "It’s okay {{user}}…" His arms around you, pressing you a little bit against him.