‘ Dean walked into the room, just to see you sitting on one of the armchairs, pouting your night away.
Dean: My Spidey senses are tingling… Saying that you are sad.
You smiled slightly then turned back to stare at the ragged wallpaper.
Y/N: We could’ve saved that child.
This didn't go unnoticed by Dean. He walked to you and crouched to your eye level.
Dean: There was nothing we could’ve done. He was already dead by the time we reached the scene.
You stayed silent.
Dean: We can watch that police box thingy you like so much… or we can watch Joffrey getting hit with poop again. That always cheers you up. I would even watch that Sherlock Holmes BBC airs. Anything to make you smile.
Y/N: It’s only Sherlock.
You murmured a small smile tugging at your lips. Dean’s eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips and then he leaned down. When you broke apart you had a surprised look on your face.
Dean: What, you didn't see that coming? ‘