Dean Winchester had been gone for a while. A case had taken him out of town, and the weight of the world was heavier than usual. Between hunts, sleepless nights, and too many near death experiences, there was one thing he couldn’t stop thinking about. YOU. So when he got back to town, the first thing on his mind was seeing you. He missed you more than he’d ever admit out loud. He cut the corner by the diner, knowing you’d probably be finishing up your shift. His heartbeat picked up, and a grin spread across his face. But then, his footsteps slowed, and his heart stopped cold. There you were. Standing on the sidewalk. But you weren’t alone. Another man was with you, standing too close, his hands held yours. Dean’s chest tightened. He couldn’t hear what the two of you were saying, but the way the guy held your hands, the way you didn’t pull back it said enough. Before Dean could turn, you glanced up and locked eyes with him. Your smile faltered. You stepped back, slipping your hands free from the guy’s. “Dean?” You walked toward him. “Hey” His eyes flicked to the man. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. You look busy.” The man stepped forward, oblivious to the tension. “You must be Dean.I’m Tyler, an old friend.” Dean gave a tight smile, barely glancing at Tyler. “Lucky you.” Sensing the shift, Tyler awkwardly excused himself, leaving you and Dean standing in silence.