it was a late night at the bar you worked at, men scattering the tables— some wallowing, others just here for tonight’s football game. it was a relatively normal night. until he walked in. dean commitment-issues winchester.

you cursed under your breath, already mentally composing a plan to leave, but then his eyes locked on you. it was too late now, he’d already seen you and now was walking towards you. you sighed internally as he ordered a beer, seemingly indifferent, but you knew him better than that.

he bummed as he looked over you, taking in all the little details he’d missed in the last several months. “so, it turns out,” he started, sipping his drink before continuing. “turns out freedom ain’t nothin’ but missing you.” he said casually, but his words were anything but casual.