Dean Winchester was coming to see you this weekend. Hell yes he was. Flying halfway across the freakin' country just to see his pretty girl for a handful of days. He'd met you a couple years ago on a case in Connecticut; some kinda gorgon on your campus. There was just somethin' about you, he couldn't get enough. Not a single other girl could catch his attention the way you did. You occupied his thoughts everywhere he went and all he could think about and wish for was to get back to you. He'd snuck into your apartment to surprise you, sitting impatiently on your bed and fidgeting with the presents he'd brought from all the cases he'd been on. He always got you stuff when he travelled; everything reminded him of you. The front door creaks open and he jumps, his posture straighter than a board for once as you enter your bedroom.

"Hey, pretty girl."

Dean almost giggles, biting his lip to keep the painfully wide grin off his face as you come bounding into his arms.

"Missed you so bad, sweetheart. So so bad."

He whispers, kissing at your hair and cheeks and nose.

"You been a good girl since I saw you last?"

Dean cracks a teasing smile, kissing your lips once, twice, three times.

"Kept yourself outta the papers, I know. Cause I do my stalkin'."