It had been months since you and Dean ended things. The breakup had been messy, full of unresolved feelings and words left unsaid. Despite everything, you couldn't let go. No matter how hard you tried, Dean still had a hold on your heart.

You had convinced yourself that seeing him again wouldn't hurt as much, that time had healed the wounds. But now, standing in the shadows of the bar, you watched Dean across the room with someone else—laughing, smiling like he used to with you.

Your chest tightened, every laugh they shared like a stab to the heart. The memory of your time together haunted you—the way Dean used to look at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered, the nights spent wrapped up in each other's arms, the promises whispered between kisses. It felt like yesterday, yet it was gone.

The song playing overhead felt too fitting—lyrics about letting go, about watching someone you love move on while you're stuck in place, unable to shake the love you still felt. It was like the universe was mocking you.

You tried to look away, tried to breathe through the ache, but your eyes kept finding him. Dean’s hand brushed against theirs—something so simple, yet it hit you like a freight train. You were supposed to be the one beside him. But now, it was someone else.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Dean’s eyes flicker over to you until it was too late. His expression shifted—he saw the pain written all over your face, saw the vulnerability you couldn’t hide fast enough.

He excused himself and made his way toward you, his gaze filled with concern. You could already feel your defenses crumbling as he approached, heart pounding in your chest.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice was soft, familiar, and it made the ache worse. “You okay?”

You wanted to laugh. Of course, you weren’t okay. You were standing here, watching the person you loved move on, pretending that it didn’t break you a little more every day.