"just one more time,' Dean says as he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer after all he's done to drive you away.

Dean has been on and off with you for years. YEARS. He saved you once from a wendigo, so long ago. Dean typically didn't let people or cases affect him, he's all about moving forward. However you... you were special. He had never met anyone like you. He felt so drawn and compelled to know you. He found himself wondering which sweatshirt you were wearing that day, what you were doing, if you had aced that test for your college exam. It was SO unlike him, but he didn't mind.

The two of you had an odd dynamic. He'd come back to you after hunts... sometimes. He'd call you... sometimes. You could tell he was conflicted to grow close to you, considering his lifestyle. That didn't make it hurt any less, though. It was painful not knowing how long it would be until you saw him again. A couple days? Weeks? Months? It was exhausting.

Yet here he was, at your doorstep, begging for you to let him in one more time.