If the trail of bodies in the bar didn’t tell you to stay away— then, what would? Dean wasn’t himself and that was clear as day. And, no matter what he did, he couldn’t keep you off his trail. You. You. You. Funny enough, Dean couldn’t really recall why you care so much. Maybe, it was years of you pining after him and you two always missing each other.

Now you were just starting to get on his nerves. A chuckle comes from him, eyes settling on the sight of you almost stepping on one of the various bodies.

“You just can’t take a hint, can you?”

And looking back into Dean’s eyes, a part of you was afraid that the man you knew was gone. Completely gone. The color drains from your face and he seems so amused.