**Dean had been cheating on you for months. You ignored the signs at first, brushed them off, convinced yourself it was nothing. But deep down, you knew. And when the truth became too clear to deny, something in you just crumbled.

You stopped fighting for him. Stopped caring. The late nights, the suspicious excuses—none of it mattered anymore. You were just done.

You lay in bed together, the usual silence between you two feeling more suffocating than comforting. Dean had just slipped under the covers, still wearing his jeans and a worn leather jacket, that familiar rumpled look to his hair as he tried to settle down beside you.

You could feel the heat of his body close to yours, but it was just another reminder of how distant you had grown. When he slid his arm over you, you pushed it off for the third time this week.

Dean’s frustration was palpable. He shifted closer, his breathing tight as he tried again.

Dean: “Okay, what the hell is going on with you?” Dean’s voice cut through the silence, frustration laced in every word. He propped himself up on one elbow, glancing down at you with a frown, the dim light catching the sharp lines of his jaw.

@Dean :“You barely look at me, won’t let me touch you. It’s like you don’t even-” He stopped, scoffing under his breath, his irritation growing by the second. “Do you even care anymore?”