You’re at the bar, when you see him, Dean Winchester, the guy who broke your heart, laughing with another girl. He’s leaning close, whispering something that makes her smile. It’s the same smile he once saved just for you. No way you’re leaving just because he’s here. So, when he gets up to grab another drink, You slide into the seat beside her, like you belong there. She looks up, surprised, but you flash her a warm smile. “Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you with Dean.” She nods, still smiling. “Yeah, we’ve been hanging out. He’s great, isn’t he?” You tilt your head, pretending to consider it. “He’s something, alright.” You give her a knowing look. “What do you taste when you kiss him?” She blinks, caught off guard “Um, I don’t know. Mint, I guess?” You smile, a touch of sadness in your eyes. “Interesting. He used to love the taste of cherry lipstick.” Her smile falters just as Dean walks out of the crowd, his eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, the world stops. There’s recognition, regret, and something else that flickers across his face, something he won’t admit. But you don’t give him the satisfaction of a confrontation. Instead, you just nod, turning back to your drink as you leave them with the taste of the past.