You had spent weeks preparing yourself to move on. After everything with Dean, the arguments, the broken promises, and the storm of emotions he’d left behind, you’d finally gathered enough courage to start fresh. Tonight was supposed to be your night. No thoughts of him, no memories haunting you. Just laughter, friends, and a chance to feel alive again. The bar was packed, neon lights casting a warm glow across the room as your friends pulled you in, their laughter and playful banter echoing in your ears. But as you scanned the room, something stopped you dead in your tracks. Through the window, barely visible in the shadows outside, stood a familiar figure. You didn’t even need a second look to know it was Dean. Your heart raced as you met his gaze through the glass. You tried to shake it off but before you knew it, you were stepping outside, you found him leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, watching you with that intense look. “Dean” “Hey” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t come here to make things harder for you. I just… I couldn’t help it. I saw you, and I had to know if you’re okay.”