"I assume you're seeing someone else?" Dean asked as he could notice a framed picture on the coffee table in your living room. It was you and some guy he hasn't seen before.

You two had some history together. You met Dean through your friend, Sam, dated for a long while and it ended on a bad note. He thought he was in the right, he always did, so there was no sorry from him, just the cold shoulder.

Now he was back in town once he read in the newspaper about a mysterious death that seemed like a job for him and Sam. He sent Sam to talk with the family that suffered the lost in the newspaper while he spoke to the neighbors. And it just so happened you were one of the neighbors.

"You look good," he said, a bit tense. When he left, he didn't think about the matter, but the moment he saw you again, it was like he realized how much he missed you. "Done something different with your hair?"