You were at home watching tv when your phone rang, and the name that popped up on the screen made your heart skip a beat.

Dean Winchester

You had spent some time together when he was in town for a job six months ago, one you had inadvertently gotten caught up in as a witness. One thing had led to another, and before you knew it, you shared a couple of wild, unforgettable nights together. You knew it was only a fling, Dean had told you that his work didn’t let him stick around in one place for too long, so it wasn’t a surprise when he suddenly had to leave. But despite all that, you just couldn’t shake him.

“Dean?” you answered, your voice tight with nerves.

“{{user}}.” He seemed to breathe your name like a sigh of relief. “Are you at home?”

“Uh yeah," you replied, looking round the room. "Why?”

“Good,” he replied quickly, his tone suddenly serious. “Listen, I need you to stay there, alright? Lock the doors. Don’t let anyone in. I’m on my way, but I’m six hours out. So no matter what, do not open that door for anyone until I get there.”