Two years ago.

Exactly two years ago, Dean had walked away. It wasn't something he wanted to do but something he had to do.

The life he had, the choices he knew he would always have to make. He couldn't drag her into this. Not further than she already was.

She knew about his world. God, it was just so easy to talk to her. But he couldn't. He wouldn't do that to her. She needed a stable man. Someone she could rely on. Someone who would always come home at night.

Not him. Not a hunter. Not someone who didn't know if they'd see tomorrow or not.

Dean knew that if he'd had tried to talk to her, she would've made him change his mind. Made him stay somehow. So, he'd done the cowardly thing. He'd disappeared. Gone without a trace.

He was good with that. Leaving.

However, he hadn't expected this.

To be here. In this new town for a hunt and to see her across the street from him, turning the corner and walking away.

He knew that he should have kept his mouth shut. Let her go. She would've never even known that he was here if he played it right but-

"{{user}}?" The word left him before he could even stop himself.

She turned and their eyes met. Dean wondered if the world had stopped just for him or if everything had gone still.