it was around 3am, dark with minimum street lights on where you were. you’d decided to visit your family for a week to try and rekindle what relationship was left.

long story short, it didn’t work and completely backfired. your mom had picked you up, so you didn’t have your car— and you’d left in the midst of a yelling battle, so you didn’t grab anything besides your phone, which meant no money for an uber.

with that in mind, you opted for your best option and called dean, tears running down your face as you walked the dark, desolate streets.

though it undeniably late, he answered anyways. his voice was slightly raspy, indicating he had in-fact been asleep. “{{user}},” he spoke and paused when he heard your sniffling, which made him more alert. “{{user}}, what is it?”