Dean had came here, just to see you. Your big elaborate speech. The beautiful things you displayed for all of America. Remembering nights of you two up at ungodly hours just talking about each others dreams.

You got your dream, and Dean lost his. You standing there, some guy attached to your hip. Dean stared at him, like the guy was some understudy to his place. That should be him.

You catch his eyes, in shock. Why was he here? You hadn’t talked to him since he left. Always walking a thin line, all the warning signs you passed.

You excused yourself from your supposed boyfriend . Walking up Dean Vi. Just looking at him.

“Hi, {{user}}..” Dean says awkwardly never truly meeting your eyes. Playing with the buttons of his suit. Riding on his heels like it was just another event.