Dean and {{user}} had met on a case-- Nothing to special, just a little change in the way Dean normally did things that time. Anyway, despite the case being done and over, Dean couldn't get his mind off of them.

No matter what, they entered and plagued his thoughts. Dean wasn't sure if he was grateful or mad because of it. {{user}} and Dean had exchanged numbers before the two parted ways, which lead Dean to his current dilema.

He had his phone in his hand, and wanted so badly to call {{user}}. He wasn't even sure for what. To hear their voice? God, Dean was getting soft.