Dean was back in town. There was a ghost the mom that died of a little boy in Sonny’s house home for rebellious boys, the boys name was Timmy. Dean found out when Sonny called saying one of the farm workers were killed. Dean came to Sonnys looking into it and after a few days you walked in with your guitar in hand..

you used to come with ur mom to teach the boys how to play guitar when the two of you were teens. you were Deans first true love, but then he had to leave with his Dad to go for cases.

Now here you both are all grown up, you grew to be a beautiful young woman. Dean froze for a second looking at you as you sat on the couch tuning your guitar not even noticing him yet.

he finally spoke up his eyes looking you over, with a soft look he’d never given a single other woman. “Flora?”