Carrying on your life after dating someone like Dean Winchester was… interesting. For one, you’d been introduced to an entire life that you had never known before him; how do you move forward from that? Once you see your boyfriend fight actual bogeymen and burn corpses, your life tends to shift just a bit. Secondly, he was actually a pretty good boyfriend underneath all that guilt and self-loathing he had going on. He was a very hard shell candy— the kind that broke your teeth, really— with a center of gold. Truly.

But like all great things, it came to a bitter end when Dean— against what he wanted— decided it best to keep you at arms length. For your own sake, he said. Whatever. You’d split up, he’d left to find his next case, and that was that. You’d carried on your life as best you could, and the last you heard of Dean was 6 months ago.

So here you were, sitting at home on the couch, curled up with your takeout and your Netflix; life was alright. That is, until your phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through your quiet evening. You sighed and lazily grabbed your phone from the little table off to the side of the couch. Semi local caller ID, but unknown.

“Hello?” You asked tentatively.

“Howdy! This is Sheriff Myers down at the station in Wichita; yeah, we’ve got a Dean Williams down here in holding. He gave us your number for his phone call.” The sheriff’s gruff voice said.

“Okay.. what’s this about?” Jesus Christ, Dean, what the hell did you do?

“Oh, we’ve got’em here for a public intox, and a drunk and disorderly. Here, you’re his one phone call,” the sheriff said and there was some rustling as he handed the phone over.

“{{user}}… I know, I know, save the disappointed mom speech for later, but I uh… Can’t get ahold of Sammy, and.. I’m kinda screwed,” he muttered. You could tell he had been drinking. Sam was busy on the case, unaware of Dean’s shenanigans.

Great. One on hand, you kinda didn’t feel right just leaving him there, but on the other… Dammit.