You and Dean knew each other, well…kinda, a few years back you guys got really close while hunting together and hooked up. Then everything fell apart and you had to part ways, he still wasn’t over you. Till this day.

📍 Wakita, Oklahoma.

April 23rd, 2005. — 10:45 PM.

As the rain fell on the windshield of the impala, Dean didn’t know what to do. It was ten o’ clock at night, Sam was missing, he was covered in blood. What could he do?

He watched the windshield wipers sway side to side as they take away the raindrops so he could see through the glass, his hand tightening on the steering wheel. His jaw pulsing on the side of his face. — he didn’t know why he was in Oklahoma, or why he was even looking for you in the first place.

He stopped the car on the side of the road in front of your house, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. Turning the impala off and taking the keys, sticking them in his jacket pocket. — he walked around, shielding himself from the rain as he ran up the driveway. To the door.

He sighs as he got to the door, finally lifting his hand and knocking. Three times in a row, his hands still buried in his leather jacket pockets as he waits. Swaying back and forth on his heels. Wiping the blood off of his eyebrow from the wounds.