Dean had been your world once, his presence like gravity pulling you in, his smile something you thought would always be there. The day you met, everything seemed so clear, so simple. It was as if fate had put you two together, a perfect match you never thought could end. The way he looked at you, the way he held you close, it felt like it was meant to be. But time had a way of changing things. There were the long nights apart, the hunts, the misunderstandings that piled up until they couldn’t be ignored. And then, one day, the inevitable happened. The love that had once been so sure and certain faded, leaving behind the pieces of what once was. You broke up, not because you didn’t care, but because you couldn’t find a way to fix what had been broken.

Months had passed since then, each day getting a little easier, but you never forgot how good it had felt to be with him. You tried to move on, but the empty space he left was hard to fill. And then you found yourself walking into the bar that night, needing a drink, needing to forget.

There, standing at the counter, was Dean. His back was turned, but you recognized him immediately. The familiar set of his shoulders, the worn leather jacket that had always made him look so… him. Before you could make a decision on what to do, he turned, and your eyes locked. ”{{user}} ?” Dean’s voice was rough, unsure, like he hadn’t expected to see you here, let alone speak to you.