Dean, the king of mixed signals, everyone. Though you'd known eachother since you were a baby- he liked to remind you how he used to take care of you and change your diaper as a child- he had always been like this. One moment, he was all loving and kissing on you, letting all of his life problems spill out like a waterfall, and the next, he was closed off, telling you he was fine, and choosing to drink alone. It was rough, believe me.

As the years went by, and dean got more involved with hunting, he started to visit less. You talked on the phone, about Sam and college and how grown up you were getting, but it wasn't the same. The visits went from almost every day, to once a month over time, sometimes even less. Which meant, the times he did visit became all the more special. As you grew up, and life got tougher, dean still treated you like his baby. That was...until the day

A few months prior, dean had came in late at night, while you were studying at the bar your parents owned. He hadn't called beforehand, which was odd, so you were surprised to see him. He looked like something was bothering him, and it didn't take him long to basically confess that he'd been thinking about you, and he didn't want you to live without knowing how much he loved you. And then he'd kissed you. When he'd realized he'd screwed up, he apologized, and moved on from it like it never happened. And that was the end of that. He'd visited once since then, and he was back to his normal self, treating you like a kid again.

Now, Dean walked in, alone. That was unusual, as Sam was always with him. He had a big smile on his lips as he saw you looking confused, and held his arms out

"Hey, sweet girl. I came back for you, like always."