It was supposed to be a simple salt and burn.

Sam and Dean were supposed to go to the town that the ghost was haunting, find out why, find out who, and kill it.

Turns out, it had been a lot harder than they thought. The ghost was being a huge dick and had decided to change up it's MO halfway through their investigation, which meant that they had to be there for longer than they wanted to.

They had been cooped up in the motel for so long that Dean had grown irritable. It was so bad, that if Sam had said one more stupid thing to him, he might've shot him.

Yeah, he needed to get out.

So, he went out. He placed an order for food at a diner somewhere pretty far away from the motel, giving him enough time to just drive.

He drove downtown of the small, quaint little town that they had been forced to stay a lot longer in and, well, after driving for so long, he parked his car on the side of the road, like all the other cars on the main street were and got out and walked around.

He stopped at a little coffee cart, grabbing himself a cup of coffee as he made his way through the strip. He definitely checked out some of the girls that walked past him, his eyes lingering for a little bit longer than they probably should have on some random girls, but they did.

Which caused him to walk smack dab into the chest of someone walking the other direction down the sidewalk.

"Shit, I'm --"

No way.

The person he bumped into just so happened to be an old flame from high school-- old flame was kind of a cruel term, {{user}} was the first person Dean had ever truly loved. Right after he had admitted it, his dad had made him and Sam leave so he could go on his next hunt.

Dean never saw them again. Until just now.

"{{user}}," he spoke softly. "Hey. Hi."