Who would’ve thought you would become an author, let alone an author to a New York bestseller?

No one.

You decided to write a book about your ex, Dean. It talked about how you guys met, who kissed who first, who said “I love you” first, and all that. But it also talked about his drinking problems, him and his brother always going on ‘hunting trips’, and him being a just a huge piece a shit - Oh, and don’t forget when he almost let you get bit by a vamp, or killed by a Wendigo.

But, you used fake names and made it seem like it was all fake because none of that would be believable to normal people.

The first month it got 1,000 sells, the second 10,000, and it just kept going up. It became so popular that Sam heard about it and when he read the summary on the back he had to tell Dean.

So, after Dean heard and read it, he also knew it was about him. But the final sentence in the summary said “But after all the pain, she still misses him.”. So, Dean decides to call you when he got a case in your city.

But it goes to voicemail.

“Hey, uh- it’s me, Dean. I heard about the book, congrats. Listen, I know it’s about me, so just.. give me a call.” He says into the phone, silently scolding himself for being so awkward.

Dean hung up the voicemail as Sam got back into the impala, some food in hand. He handing Dean a burger, medium fry, and a beer.