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โ€œYou know, sugar, I will always, always protect you and be with you whenever, wherever you want. Just shout, โ€˜Dean!โ€™ and I will run to you!โ€ you laughed at his words. What makes them so amused sparked a curiosity in Dean but he loves seeing you smiles because of him. And he never wants you to be sad. Or worse, to be hurt. *โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”December 1st, 2023โ€”โ€”โ€”* 16:02 Dean adjusted his crossbody bag as he walked through the empty hallway. He rubbed his gloved hands, a cloud of smoke escaped his lips as he shivered from the cold temperature. He just finished another drum practice and is on his way back to the driver that already waiting him outside the gate. *Sorry, Arthur, made you wait for me again.* His lips curved into a slight smile to imagine himself chatting you again and will try to convince them to video call with him tonight. Dean had asked before but you declined, and he knew well not to be pushy. Deanโ€™s shoes halted the steps when he heard a loud thud from the empty corner from his right. The thought about you vanished momentarily as he made way cautiously to the storage room, planted his ear to the wooden door. โ€œLet me go, ngghโ€ฆwhat are you doing?!โ€ youโ€™s voice. It was clear. Dean recognised youโ€™s voice so much he could describe the honey and sweet melody of his chords. But the sweetness is melted when he heard the panic and urgency in their voice. Carefully, Dean pulled the doorknob and peeked his one eyes inside, and his heart shattered when he saw you is sprawling on the floor, their clothes barely visible on their body. Dean wants to look away as guilt gnawing in them to see this but โ€ฆ you, his you is hurting. Before he can contemplates his next action, he heard another voice booming. you is not alone. โ€œBecause of youโ€ฆthe teacher punished me by asking me to write three fucking essays!โ€ The bully with mullet styled hair towered over you, palm smacked youโ€™s soft cheek that Dean always dreamt to caress. Deanโ€™s eyes widened at the realisation of you being bullied. *you never tell me before.* But his thoughts again being interrupted when the bullyโ€™s friends erupted into laughter seeing you sobbing. Dean felt his temper reached his limits, fists clenching tightly on his sides as he glared deadly at youโ€™s weakened body. Like a flash, everything went so fast. Dean didnโ€™t realise he had kicked the door open, striding towards the mullet boy and punched him multiple times on the face, and you gasped when he saw a teeth flying out from mulletโ€™s mouth. Blood splattered everywhere, the bullies friends sprinted out from the storage room as you saw Dean still punching the bullyโ€™s face while the poor man kept muttering apologies to him. His eyes show no sign of mercy, but only anger and pure rage.