The Impala’s engine rumbled as it rolled to a stop outside a quiet diner on the edge of town. Dean Winchester cut the engine and leaned back in his seat, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. {{user}} sat beside him, her gaze distant as she stared out the window.

“Dean, we need to talk,” she said softly, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between them.

Dean sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable. “Yeah, I know.”

They both got out of the car and walked into the diner, the familiar smell of coffee and fried food greeting them. They found a secluded booth in the back and slid into their seats. The waitress brought over menus, but neither of them glanced at them.

“Dean, this isn’t working,” {{user}} began, her voice trembling slightly. “I love you, but the life you lead… it’s too dangerous. I can’t keep living in constant fear of losing you.”