You slumped against the bar, half empty glass dangling in your hand, the room spinning just enough to blur the faces around you. Your chest ached not from the alcohol, but from missing him. “Dean…” you muttered into your phone, words slurred, voice barely audible over the music. “I… I just… I need you. I can’t… I just wanna… us… tonight…” You pressed the phone closer to your ear, waiting, praying. Dean’s voice came, steady but quiet, and it made your chest twist. “{{user}}” “I mean…maybe we could…hook up?” you blurted, cheeks burning even though he couldn’t see you. Dean was quiet. Too quiet. Your heart sank. “{{user}}” he said carefully, as if weighing each word. “I-I can’t just…pretend like everything’s fine. I still care about you too much for that.” “I don’t care… I just want you here. I don’t… I don’t care about anything else right now. Just…please.” After another pause, he sighed. “Okay. I’m coming to get you. Just sit tight, alright?” You let out a shaky laugh, resting your forehead against the bar. You could hear him moving in the background, the faint rumble of a car engine somewhere outside, and your eyes getting heavy. Relief, anticipation, guilt, and tiredness all collided in the same chaotic knot.

Dean pushed the door open, scanning the room with that familiar, alert gaze. And there you were completely out of it, hair falling into your face, shoulders slack, completely unguarded. “{{user}}” he murmured, stepping closer. His heart tightened seeing you like this, vulnerable and alone. He crouched down beside you, gently shaking your shoulder. “Hey…hey, wake up.” Your eyelids fluttered open slowly. For a moment, you squinted against the light, disoriented. Then you recognized him, and a small, sheepish smile tugged at your lips. “Dean…” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep and alcohol, “I… I didn’t mean to…” “I know,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You fell asleep. Come on, let’s get you out of here before you hurt yourself.” You tried to sit up, but he steadied you, one hand at your back, the other gently holding your arm. “No sudden moves,” he warned, his voice low but firm.