I don't own Supernatural, although i do own Maya.
Dean Winchester doesn't cry. I always accepted that as truth, once in a blue moon a tear may stream down his face, but he never, ever sobbed, or so I thought until late one night, and Sam had just been checked into a mental hospital. That night I had left the hotel to get some food, when I left Dean was drinking which was not a new sight, but what I have seen has in no way prepared me for what I saw when I come back. I see Dean sitting on his bed weeping, sobbing endlessly, "Dean?" I venture carefully. He looks up at me without fully raising his head, stopping the flow of tears, his face is red and puffy from alcohol and tears. "Are you okay?" I ask.
"I am fine." He snaps back.
"Dean," I say taking a seat next to him, "we both know that is utter crap."
"I said I am fine." Dean insists.
"No you're not," I respond taking the bottle of whiskey, "look at you, drunk as a door mat, tear stains on your face, now talk to me."
"You're the only one left." He stutters nearly incoherently.
"What?" I ask.
"Everyone I have ever cared about is gone, Dad, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Cas, Sammy." He says clearer. I feel tear prick up in my eyes as I say, "Sam is still in there, we will get him back." As a second thought I add confidently, "I promise."
"You can't know that." Dean answers.
"You are right, I don't, but I can hope and try." I respond, "and I will do everything it takes." Dean pulls me into a hug, "Thank you, Maya." I hear him whisper, as he lays down. I head to my bed and again I cry knowing that I just pumped Dean full of false hope.