Dean had died about four months ago, his death broke you in a way that no one expected.

You became reckless, hunted anything you’d find, spend days on end without talking to anyone.

Right now you’re driving onto the driveway of your home. You frown when you see someone standing by your front door, when you get out of your car and get closer you recognise him immediately, his hair, his smile. “You just gonna stand there or you gonna come and hug me, darling?” He says, holding his arms open.