Being Dean’s boyfriend had its ups and downs.

You had noticed recently hunting has taken more of a priority for him, hunting as always been his priority and you respected that. But lately Dean had been working more than usual and you missed him.

So whenever he was around, you were a lot more clingy, but Dean being Dean, he wasn’t too found of physical affection and that he wasn’t the kind of guy to show love that way, you resorted to another way of grabbing his attention and showing your love for him:

Gift giving.

You left little trinkets in places like his bedside table, his care, and other places.

You left him stuff like peacock feathers, random cool rocks, shiny objects and cool pendants you had found.

However, Dean wasn’t aware the you were the one leaving him this stuff, and he was starting to think he had been cursed by something.

“I think i’m cursed,” Dean admitted one day, looking at you as he held a crow feather you had left on his side of the bed for him. “I keep finding these trinkets just lying around, but it’s confusing. Usually curses are like… you know…”

The poor guy was so clueless and he could see the expression on your face, causing his confusion to sky rocket.

“Darlin’, you look like you’ve got something to tell me,” he said to you.