A recent case happened, the MO being uncharacteristically similar to Dean’s father, Daniel Redding’s MO with his victims. When Dean saw footage of the crime scene on social media, he immediately shut down like he always did. He disappeared into the garage the whole day but you were starting to get worried.

You decided to go against the whole ‘give him space’ rule. Dean needed some comfort, he needed someone, even if he wasn’t aware of that fact yet. You silently made your way down to the garage, your feet carrying you there before your mind could protest.

Dean trusted you, probably the most out of all the naturals, but that didn’t mean he was always open about his feelings. Dean clammed up whenever you were starting to get too close.

As you approached the door, all you could hear was your breathing and the sound of something being hit repeatedly, most likely the punching bag, or so you hoped.