Dean gave a soft chuckle, watching how soft lips with a hint of ruby red brush his wrist with the skull bracelet he wore.
She had not known that all his life, he worried about others. It was what he was trained for by his father. Save as many lives as you can. Protect those who can't protect themselves from the darkness that lingered on the edge of reality. Don't let them experience what his family did. And all his life, he had another main goal. The one most important to him. Protect Sam. His little brother. The one family member he had left. So in a way, Dean never knew how to worry about himself.
"It's too late for me, sweetheart. My destiny was set at a crossroads and the time is almost here. He was feeling it more and more each day. The clock ticking louder and louder. His days coming closer and closer. His soul getting closer to the curtain that will soon be opened and he would feel the fiery licks of hell soon upon him.
"Besides, I am a professional," he answered then leaned in closer, "Have you ever had someone worry about you? I know, if you were my girl, I would. I wouldn't smoother you but I would protect you from those things that go bump in the night." Dean then paused and got a girl, "Well, unless it was us doing the bumping."
(sorry so late, just got power back. Hurricane Ike did a number on us here)