You confused the hell out of dean.. you were always an interesting person, yeah — but he didn’t realize how much more.. confusing- or intriguing? you could be when your relationship was different. Even when you two were just friends you were just different from everyone else in his life. He could just be him with you and talk and feel comfortable—distract him from his issues and all that.. you just made him feel good, made him like life a little more.

He loved you more than he’d like to admit, he had absolutely no idea what he’d do without you — he could barely get you out of his head. He thought you felt the same but you were just.. concerning him—in a way.

You were cautious about how you spoke to him, like you felt like all your words came out wrong, reading way too much into things he said — just stressed over the smallest thing for no reason, not that you were scared of him or anything it didn’t give off that vibe just.. like you had gained some weird narrative about the relationship, saw it differently than it was and just ran with it.

It was probably far too late at night to be dealing with these kinda issues, far too early in this new relationship to already be struggling with one another. Stood in his room both of you looking beyond exhausted just slightly bloodshot eyes from the lack of sleep — some misunderstanding causing another.. weird conversation, he couldn’t even call it an argument as it wasn’t arguing just.. weird?

“Can you just relax— please?” Dean couldn’t put enough stress into his words, stupid misunderstanding, weird tension with you that kinda worried him.. it was so weird for you of all people to be acting like this with him.

“..c’mere. Just.. let me help—whatever the hell is wrong with you jus’ lemme help?” Reaching a hand out to beckon you towards him, He didn’t know a stupid label could change so much between the two of you..