he hadn’t heard from you in days.

And of course it was setting off alarm bells. Why wouldn’t it? You’d been his and Sam’s best friend since childhood, and hunted with them ever since he could remeber. And this was one of the rare occasions you’d hunt by yourself. And he always hated it.

But as you excitedly hurried into the bunker, leaning against the railing of the upper floor, Dean couldn’t help the way his eyes softened as he stared up at you. Relief and admiration in his eyes.