you could finally breathe.

yeah, you weren’t exactly living in the lap of luxury by any means, nor did you have a million dollars or your own mansion.

but you were out. that was enough. and for once, you felt safe.

despite all the eyes glued to you from the sleazy men who were sat around watching your performance, you still felt safe—safe from all the evil in the world, and safe from all the supernatural that you’d spent your entire life fighting and dying to get away from.

you’d wanted out. and you’d finally gotten out.

so as you spun on the pole under the neon lights of the club and the lame house music blaring from the speakers above, you had an air of confidence about you that all the other girls didn’t, like you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be.

you were truly a sight for sore eyes. but unfortunately, a sight for the wrong eyes tonight.

you caught his gaze and his wicked smirk which stared you down from across the club. you recognised him in an instant.

dean winchester.

your heart thudded in your chest, beating against your ribcage.

no way. no fucking way.

you were careful. you left nothing behind to indicate your whereabouts. no clues. no forwarding address. no real name. nothing.

but somehow that fucker had found you.

you wanted to run, but it was too late. dean approached the stage where you were dancing, the smirk still stuck to his face.

“{{user}}?” he crooned, his voice a low velvety sound, though it had an almost cruel undertone to it. “it’s been too long.”

you cringed at his words, but then you saw him blink. and suddenly his eyes had turned black.

“dean…” you breathed out in shock.

“surprise, sweetheart. i’ve missed you,” dean chuckled, tilting his head to get a good look at you before blinking again—the black disappearing from his eyes.