“Dean, hi—“ your brows knitted together as you laid your eyes on him for the first time in who knows how long. “Didn’t expect to find you here.”

Dean had accepted the fact that he would never truly get over you. Sure, he could get used to living without you, though it came with many difficulties and the sense of longing he couldn’t seem to push away.

He knew that it was better for the two of you to go your own ways, no matter how much he despised the prospect. He knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend, and he knew he couldn’t be what you deserved.

But the sight of you with another man was something he had been extremely unprepared for.

And it didn’t help when the two of you locked eyes.

In that moment, he felt the tough facade he’d built up overtime start to fall. Just from one look at you, he was feeling a rush of every single emotion he’d felt when he first fell in love with you.

The idea that somebody other than him got to hold your hand, got to make you laugh, got to tease you — it pained him. That used to be him, and if he had his way, it still would be.

So when your new boyfriend gave you a kiss on the cheek, much to Dean’s disdain, and parted from your side, he knew this would be his chance to talk to you again. Just once, no hard feelings.

“Yeah, I, uh—“ he chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair and then meeting your gaze. God, he could get lost in those eyes all over again. “Just passing through.”