"i thought i told you to stop hunting." dean said as he pulled you away from the group of people in the house you were supposedly buying.

he took you outside, giving you a one over, as if you were someone he hadn't seen in years. which, to be fair- you were. it's been three years since the two of you broke it off. there had been an incident during a hunt that almost cost you your life, and it scared him more than he'd like to admit.

"you know what happened last time, {{user}}." he said, tone stern, but you could see the underlying concern hidden in his eyes.