Dean x Reader

Prompt: "You haven't even touched your food. What's going on?"

It was easy to see Dean was having an off day. Not sure why, but he just wasn't himself, and you wanted to help him. It wasn't easy seeing your boyfriend shutting you out, closing himself off from anyone who cared about him. You should be used to it, that's always how he handled his problems. But you had thought the two of you had finally moved past that.

Trying to make him feel better, you had turned the radio to his favorite station, wearing nothing but socks and one of his FBI shirts just like in that one movie. But when you held your hand out as he walked by, wanting to dance with him, he just kept walking his gaze down, his shoulders slumped.

Trying to shrug it off, you had changed into jeans and a t-shirt. By the time you had made it back to the library, Dean was gone from view. Checking the kitchen, you saw him rummaging through the near empty fridge. "Why don't we go to that diner you love? Just the two of us? We haven't done that for a while now, and it sounds like fun!"

"I guess." He grumbled, but you could have sworn he perked up a little at the thought. Rushing out of the kitchen, you found Sam, who was reading in his room.

"Dean and I are taking off. Need anything?" You asked, but he just shook his head.

"I'm good. But maybe you can get that blockhead of a brother to finally open up to you. I'm tired of his moping." Sam told you.

"I sure hope so." You answered, stepping out into the hall to meet Dean at the Impala.

Soon enough the two of you were seated in your favorite booth, a milkshake to share in between you. Fiddling with your hands, you watched as Dean looked almost everywhere but at you. It stung, but you knew something had him hurting, and he wasn't trying to be mean.

But when his double bacon cheeseburger showed up, and then just sat there, hardly touched at all, you had enough. " You haven't even touched your food. What's going on?"

Finally, those green eyes that you had been missing turned up, staring at you with a mixture of pain and guilt. It was enough to have you biting your lip, wanting to crawl over the table and wrap him up in your arms. "Y/N, I don't... it's just..." He stuttered the words, not knowing where to start.

Reaching over, you grasped his hand. "Hey, do you remember our last talk? Where you promised not to shut me out anymore? I can handle anything you throw at me. You don't have to bear that weight alone."

"I know. I just..." He said before sighing. "Do you know our anniversary is coming up? We will have been together for three years now."

"Our anniversary is what has you so down?" You asked him, your hurt showing a little through your words.

He shook his head emphatically. "No, not our anniversary. But what it means. It means that you have stuck with me through three years of this horrible life, and what have I given you in return? A couple of scars, nightmares that you can't hide from me. But not what you truly need. A house, a family. A normal life. You deserve all those things and so much more, and it kills me that I won't be the one to give them to you."

Tears pooled in your eyes at how he was tearing himself up over not being good enough for you. "Dean, I don't care about those things. I care about you, and our life together. Sure, it's crazy and weird and dangerous. But I don't mind. As long as that means I get to spend every day with you by my side. I love you Dean, and I will take that love over a white picket fence any day."

"You just deserve the world." He insisted. "I wish I could give you more."

"Dean, I'm happy the way it is. Well, not with you sulking around me, missing out on my outfit this morning. But I'm okay with our life, and I want you to be too."

"Okay." He said, taking a deep breath. "But you'll let me know if you want more? And I can try."

"I don't need more. I have you, and you are more than enough." You insisted again, watching as the sparkle returned to his eyes, his stomach grumbling.

"Well, let's finish this meal, and then maybe you can do another showing of that outfit? That's too good to miss." He said, acting a little more like the Dean you had fallen in love with.