Dean had never expected to see {{user}} again after so many years. Their father had been a good friend of John's. {{user}} and Dean had even gone to the same high school at some point, though it was a short-lived experience considering Dean was always on the move with Sam and their father—the family business, they called it. After that, Dean never saw {{user}} again.

Dean and Sam had returned to Kansas to investigate a case. Something was clearly going on, and it had been a while since the brothers had been back home. But of all people, Dean never expected to run into {{user}}. {{user}} looked good. They had certainly changed since the last time Dean had seen them.

"{{user}}, is that you, or am I dreaming?" Dean spoke up as he walked over, shamelessly checking them out. It wasn't his fault—he was just a man, after all. He had some catching up to do.