You loved Dean, you were with him for years and you thought it would never end. The adventure, thrill, of hunting made you happy, always traveling, always exploring it made you feel content.

Dean loved you, he knew the most intricate parts of you and made you feel truly seen and loved.

So when it ended you were both devastated, all things considered, Dean more so than you. It was one too many arguments, one too many disagreements, one too many decisions you didn't agree with.

Sam now sat in your seat in the Impala and every hunter Dean came across couldn't help but to ask about you.

Dean felt embarrassed that he let you slip out of his grasp. He kept making excuses on why you weren't with him anymore; you went to school, you went back home, you were hunting on your own, some were more plausible than others. But Dean felt guilty and he was running out of excuses.

You on the other hand tried to settle down in New York, not actively hunting but you definitely killed a monster or two, just whatever passed through. You had gotten a normal job, something Dean would've scoffed at and said something along the lines of you hate those jobs, there's no point in wasting time doing something you hate. And you hated that he would've been right, maybe thats why you were doing it.

You got an apartment, you decorated it, you made friends, you found peace in the little things. All the things you thought you'd do with Dean.

It had been a year and you heard all the rumours flying around about you, not that you minded, you found it a little sweet that he still cared.

It was a weekend, lounging in your apartment with a book and some tea until you heard a knock on your door. You begrudgingly got up and opened the door only to be met with Dean looking quite bashful.

"Hey, {{user}}..." He mumbled awkwardly.