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They Help You with a Panic Attack-Dean

Dean:
You looked over at Dean to see him flirting with the bartender. She was a pretty blonde girl with emerald green eyes, the body of a model. She was beautiful.

You clenched your jaw tightly trying not to stare for too long. You had loved Dean for quite a while now and seeing him flirt with all these women made you sick. It hurt, even though you knew he wasn't yours.

The bar had begun to start getting crowded. People shoved through the doors and into the small bar. Leaving you no room, it all happened so fast. You lost Dean and couldn't see him anywhere. You were starting to be shoved around and you were beginning to get overwhelmed at an alarming rate. So as hard as you could you fought through a sea of people headed straight for the door.

You forced the heavy door open and sat yourself clumsily on the curb. Your head in your hands trying to breathe.

You heard the door open and jumped beginning to breathe heavier and shake.
In an instant you see someone crouch in front of you.
He placed his hands on your knees giving them a squeeze. "(Y/n), sweetheart. I need you to breathe with me." He said his voice resounded in your ears but it sounded so far away.

"Can you count ten with me? Breathe with me and count." He said softly not wanting to startle you. You just shook your head, reaching out to grip his arm holding steadfast.
"Count. From ten with me."he whispered calmingly.
You gripped his hand this time and he picked it up and kissed it. You looked at him with wide eyes, but surely began to count with him. Tears streamed down your face although your breathing became regulated.

Dean stroked your palm with his thumb. The contrast between his rough hands and your softer ones began to ground you. He brushed your tears away.

"What happened Sweetheart?" He asked you. You sighed heavily, and took your hands from his. "More people... they crowded into the bar. They were pushing me, I couldn't-I couldn't see you anymore. You were gone, Dean you were just gone..." you shuddered out.
Dean just looked at you with his candy apple green eyes full of concern.

"I'm sorry (y/n), I shouldn't have left you. I know you get scared. I'm sorry." He said with regret.
You looked at him through teary lashes. "Don't blame yourself Dean. I'm ok now, thank you..." you uttered.

He lifted his hands and cupped your cheeks.
"I know this may be the wrong time to say it but I love you (y/n)." He said
You looked at him with wide eyes and your breathing picked up again lightly.

"Hey, hey (y/n). It's ok. It's ok calm down." He said rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You looked into his eyes and searched them frantically for any sign of a lie.

Again he calms you down.
"You-you love me Dean?" You asked breathlessly. He looked down and nodded.

"You were with that girl. I thought you would never want me." You said.
He looked back up at you abruptly. "I only did that because I thought you would never want me.. if I knew.. I would've told you a long time ago." He said.

You giggled softly and raised your hands to hold his face as he let his fall to your legs.
He leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. "Lets get home sweetheart." He said and kissed your forehead.