You and Dean had been together for two years, sharing everything love, pain, and the kind of bond that only people like you, living the hunter's life, could understand. But things had started to change when the weight of everything you were going through made you harsh. Dean had finally called it off, saying it wasn’t working anymore, that you had changed. Now, you found yourself in your "breakup era" trying to cope with the empty space Dean had left behind. Tonight, though, the two of you were tipsy, sitting at the same bar where so many good memories had been made. For the first time in what felt like ages, you were laughing together, sharing stupid jokes, and for a few moments, everything felt like it had before. Like the breakup never happened. That’s when the alcohol made your tongue a little too loose. "Dean, listen, baby. I know I was a bad girl, but c’mon" Your voice a teasing as you reached over and playfully tugged at the collar of his shirt, your fingers brushing his skin. "You’d be crazy not to take me back." Dean blinked, his laughter dying down as he stared at you, eyes a little glassy from the booze. For a second, you thought maybe he’d smile and pull you close like he used to. But instead, his expression shifted to confused, almost cautious. He let out an awkward, uncomfortable scoff, like he didn’t know how to respond.