Dean can tell when something’s wrong. Call it a gift, call it a curse. If there is anyone that knows you better, it would be Dean Winchester. The best part is, you never seemed to notice. Dean has kept a close eye on you from the start. Women didn’t stick around the Winchester’s, especially not beautiful, badass female hunters that could give them a run for their money. You were a strong hunter, and an even stronger human being in his eyes. There was nothing you couldn’t do.
So when he see’s you’ve left half a plate of french fries in one of your favourite diners, he knows something’s up. That’s a red flag. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, his eyes are watching you. Ever few miles, he’ll take a look in the rearview mirror to check up on you. Your usual smile and jokes with him and Sam change into earbuds and you staring out the window. Red flag number two.
The second you stepped foot in the bunker, he can see how drained you are by the way you carry yourself and he can’t stand to see you hurting in anyway. Mentally is so much worse than physically. He can’t patch you up with a couple of bandaids and kiss it better. There is nothing he can do to make you feel any better. There’s nothing he can ever do.
For a moment, he wonders just what he can do to try and help you. What would you want him to do? What would he want you to do if the roles were reversed? He for one, would go off along and drink himself until he couldn’t feel anything. But he’s always wondered if maybe it would be a little easier if he had you next to him. He’s just too afraid to ask you. Which makes him wonder, are you too afraid to ask for him?
You always went to your bedroom when you got home from a hunt. This time, Dean thought it was best to follow you. When he saw you in your room, tears steadily making their way down your cheeks. That was the last thing he wants to see. His feet were moving without even thinking about it and his arms pulled you into them without so much as a word.
You deserved to have someone there to hold you when you were falling apart and Dean wanted to be that guy. He was going to be that guy that held you together.