For {{user}}, Dean Winchester was home.

He was the light in their darkness, the only person who could ever make them laugh when they were down, the person that they looked for in their darkest moment, the one who knew how to comfort them while he cleaned a wound. {{user}} just never knew how to tell him that.

They'd spend hours together, cramped in his car, talking about any and everything on end. They never really ran out of anything to talk about. They could go from talking about the song on the radio, to the movie that one of them watched last night, to talking about the hunt they were going on, but no matter what, they always had something to talk about.

Which is what made him going back to Lisa after Sam died so much harder.

{{user}} was fine with it, of course. All they wanted was for Dean to be happy, to live a normal life. They wanted him to have the 9 to 5 with the girl and the kid and the house with the white picket fence. But they wanted it with him. So, watching him willingly go and have it with someone else? It broke their heart, really.

{{user}} felt like they were watching from the sidelines, stuck in those moments of happiness that they'd get every so often, just them and Dean. Eventually, though, they had to move on. They had to try and find Sam, try to figure out how to get him back---if it was even possible, and then...then they'd worry about Dean.

Until they ran into him at the supermarket.

All {{user}} had been trying to do was buy some shitty supermarket sushi to take back to the motel with them, and then they turned a corner and bam, there he was. Still looking the same as that day that they'd seen him go off to Lisa.

They'd tried to run away, because who wouldn't when you see the person you're in love with in the spaghetti aisle in the supermarket? But, Dean, ever the observant, spotted them.

"{{user}}, hey!" He called, jogging down the aisle after them, shopping cart abandoned by the pasta sauce. "Hey. DIdn't...didn't know if you saw me. Long time no see, how, uh, how ya been?"