You were practically giving your life away to an obsession with some guy that you haven't seen in a long time. Dean Winchester appeared to have that affect. And you knew it was so stupid.

You remember laughing until you choked, during useless nights together. The 'best nights of your life' you said. Holding his hands until you couldn't. You went to bed, dreaming of the times you spent together, and cursing yourself as you wake up. Why'd you wake yourself up?

You knew the taste of his lips probably wouldn't leave your lips again, but you didn't mind. If that was how you could hold onto him, so be it.

But it wasn't always good. Truth was you were barely hanging on. Letters in a locked drawer. You felt so stupid for feeling that was over a guy. But he was your everything. None of it was fair.

Your love for him was bulletproof, but he was the one that shot you.

And that probable all explained why your heart dropped when you spotted him back in your home town. His old home town. When you both were in high school. You knew he moved a lot, but he stayed in this town for the longest of all. Giving you so long to build this deathly obsession.