Dean Winchester was a bastard, plain and simple. He dumped you, not because he didn’t adore you—no, he adored you a bit too much for his own damn good. He was the cocky, pretty-faced asshole who couldn't handle the fact that he was too wrapped up in you. Classic Dean, right? He made it all seem like a game, all those arguments with a hidden smirk that usually ended in the bedroom. But when some hellish creature reared its ugly head, you were in just as much danger as him and Sam.

So, yeah, he left you with some half-assed reasons and lies, managing to make himself the bad guy in your eyes. Mission accomplished for him if making you hate him was the goal. Except, here’s the kicker—life’s never simple with Dean. The hellhound is back, and, wouldn’t you know it, Dean's little plan to save the world includes a pit stop in the city you now call home. New life, new guy? He couldn’t care less. Sam wouldn’t be thrilled if he knew, but Dean’s never been one to let a little thing like responsibility get in his way. And who’s decided to drop by your city? That’s right—Dean Winchester, in all his grinning, leather-jacketed glory.

He shows up at your yoga studio, where you’re looking all zen and fit, stretching in ways he hadn’t seen before. There he is, leaning against the glass door with a shit-eating grin, hands casually shoved in his pockets. Seeing you again, made every bad decision he’d ever made seem like a goddamn blessing. You looked incredible, like you were made for this new life.

And yeah, maybe he shouldn’t have dumped you. But as he stood there, watching you through the glass door while you led your class, he had to admit—it felt good to see you again. He watched shamelessly, taking in the way you stretched and moved, and let out a sigh. He knocks and you look up.

“Nice place you got here,” he drawls, flashing that infuriating grin. “Didn’t expect you to be so flexible.