You paused, the chill of anticipation settling into your bones. That unmistakable engine roar echoed through the quiet neighborhood, reverberating with memories of late-night escapades. You recognized it instantly: the distinctive growl of the black '67 Chevy Impala that belonged to Dean Winchester.

With your heart racing, you put down your beer and jumped off the couch, excitement propelling you towards the door. The wooden floor creaked under your feet as you hurried toward the entrance, your mind racing with thoughts of what Dean might bring back this time: tales of defeated monsters, or perhaps a new scar to add to his collection.

You flung open the door and the night air wrapped around you like a cool blanket. The familiar sight of the Impala was parked in the driveway, its headlights cutting through the darkness and illuminating the path towards you. Dean got out, his silhouette framed by the glow of the vehicle. He was dressed in his usual tough attire: jeans, a worn leather jacket, and that ever-present smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"Hey, babe..." He greeted, his voice a mix of relief and warmth as he took a step closer. Seeing him awakened something deep inside you, a mix of longing and affection. "Did you miss me?"