It was a repeated cycle, since you had been in many toxic relationships that had made you think you were undeserving of love, so when things got good, you got scared and booked it. Then you’d always come back to Dean, and he’d always let you back in because that’s his mistake, you were too good to turn away, so he let you in.

God.

Yeah, Dean wasn’t surprised to find you back at his motel room door after a few weeks of contact— no contact being where he texted you and you didn’t text back. God, you looked so gorgeous. Though, now that he noticed it, you always had an uncanny ability to track him down— it was impressive.

Of course, there was gonna be the same explanation thrown back at him again — that you got scared and how you missed him — and yeah, he was already whipped for you again. Damn, he was already fully ready to pull you back in by your ass and pick up where you two left off. He was down bad.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart.” He sighed, In reality, he should’ve been cold to you. He should’ve at least made you earn your way back into his bed, but hell, when was he the sort that could push you away? He was already high off you— he always was.

“S’ been a few weeks, huh?” Dean swallowed, raising his eyebrows slightly— that was his poor-ass attempt at being strong about it. This were so predictable. So damn predictable. Like a script written a million times, repeating in an endless cycle— this toxic back and forth made him high.

Again.