You were once a hunter, but after one particularly devastating hunt, you decided you couldn’t do it anymore and wanted a shot at a normal life.

Leaving was hard, especially because of Sam and Dean. You had been close to both of them, often hunting alongside them, but it was Dean you couldn’t get out of your head. Somewhere along the line, things had changed between you two and you were sure something was going to happen, something more.

But when you told Dean you wanted out, he got angry. He couldn’t understand why you’d leave this life, leave him. The fight that followed was heated and painful, and when you walked away that day, you didn’t look back.

That was in April.

Now it was New Year’s Eve, and you were sitting alone in your apartment, a half-empty glass of wine in your hand and a movie playing on the TV, one you weren’t really watching. You had thought about Dean a lot since you left, but tonight you just couldn’t shake it. You couldn’t stand the idea of entering a new year without at least trying to fix things. Even if Dean didn’t feel the same anymore, even if he didn’t want more than friendship, it would still be worth it to hear his voice.

You picked up your phone and scrolled through your contacts until his name appeared. You stared at it, your heart racing as you debated what to do. Finally, you pressed call.

The line rang twice before you heard his voice.

“{{user}}?”