To see Dean standing at your door was last thing you expected. Around eight years ago, you and him had some fling and you considered it “the best the night of your life.”

“Hey, I was just in town and I decided to check in on you.” He explained, one hand in his leather jacket pocket and the other scratching the back of his head.

He looked nervous, very nervous. You’d never seen this side of him before, not that you minded, seeing Dean after all these years still made your heart skip a beat.