Warning: mentions abuse

You and Dean are sitting in the library talking about old hunts and comparing scars. Dean askes,

"I've always wondered about this one, here, right under your eye."

He reaches and gently touches it, but you flinch away.

"Sorry." He pulls his hand back. "What creature did that to you?"

"The creature is known as David, my ex-boyfriend."

"Oh shit! Was it a one-time thing, like by accident?"

"That's certainly what he would tell you, but no. He was an abusive, manipulative asshole. Always careful not to leave any marks on my face so they would be hidden. This," pointing at your face, "was a horrible night. He was angry, drunk, and lost control. So I finally was able to leave him and have people believe me when I told them."

"Wow...I am so sorry! For bringing it up, but mostly I'm so sorry that you went through that."

"Don't be. It's just a part of my life that I learned from."

"Yeah, but still, how much of a piece of shit do you have to be to hit a woman. It just makes me sick!"

"Yeah, me too. Thank you, Dean. It actually felt good to get that off my chest."

*one week later*

You are in the library reading when you hear the bunker door open. You reach for your gun instinctively but relax when you see that it's Dean.

"You scared me! I didn't even know you left. Where did you go?"

"Oh, I just went out for a drive."

He looks nervous, making sure he keeps his hands behind his back.

"Dean, why are you holding your hands like that? And..." you pause when you see what looks like blood on his shirt, "Is that blood on your shirt?"

"No?"

"That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question! Dean, whose blood is that?"

You get up and pull his hands from behind his back and see scrapes on his knuckles and more blood.

"Just a drive, huh? Dean, where did you go?!"

"I got into a little bar fight."

"Bullshit! Dean, what the hell happened?"

"Fine! I paid a little visit to your scumbag of an ex."

"Dean! Are you insane!? Don't even bother answering that. Why would you do that? Do you have any idea how much trouble you just got yourself into?"

"What are you talking about?"

"How do you think he got away with hitting me for so long? He has cop friends, most of whom are just as big of assholes as he is! Oh my god! I can't believe this! What if he connects you to me? What if they're able to find us? Find me?"

At this point, you are in full panic mode pacing back and forth, rambling on.

"Hey hey hey, easy (Y/N)!" He grabs you and pulls you close to him, gently easing you out of your panic attack. He waits until he feels you calm,

"Everything will be fine. Dickless-I mean David mentioned his friends to me, and as I said to him, 'cops in so many states and the FBI have been after me for years, and yet here I stand sweetheart, free as a bird.' And to be honest, it's gonna be a while before he can talk again."

"You're an idiot."

"Hey! But I'm your idiot."

"Yes, you are." you lean up and kiss him on the cheek, "As dumb as that was, it was also very sweet. And it does make me feel a lot better knowing he got to taste his own medicine. Sadly, I doubt it will change much in the long run, but he'll have to behave, at least for now.