Dean just stared at {{user}}'s house from across the street as he leaned against his car. He watched her move through the front window, wanting, needing to go up and knock on the door and say something, but he just couldn't.

They'd had a small fling God knows how many years ago. It was a summer one, only lasted a few weeks before Dean was saying his goodbyes and he was off to the next town. He never called, never emailed, never texted. Hell, he never even wrote, he just vanished. So, {{user}} had moved on with her life.

And now, here Dean was, fighting the urge to go up to her house and knock on the front door. He was fighting the feelings he had from all those years ago as they suddenly rose to the surface every time he'd see her laugh or smile as he watched.

Okay. He couldn't take it anymore.

"C'mon. C'mon." He mumbled to himself as he suddenly found himself crossing the street to her house. He walked all the way up her front porch, stopping just outside the door. He rocked back and forth his heels, raising his hand every few seconds to knock on the door and then found it back at his side again.

Then, somehow, he did it. He just raised his hand and knocked. And he waited for a few more moments before the door swung open, a kid instead of {{user}} opening it. He smiled down at them, ignoring the similarities between himself and the kid -- which he would bring up later.

"Ha, ha. Hey -- hey, kid, is your mom home?" He tried to glance throughout the house by just the door opening.

"Mom! Someone's here for you!" And the kid ran off.

He stood there for a few more seconds, patiently waiting -- he wasn't just gonna walk inside the house without permission, that was just plain rude -- and he felt his heart catch in his throat as he saw {{user}} walk up to the front door, pausing when they saw him.

"Hey."