You woke up to the relentless buzzing of your phone. Every vibration sent a jolt through your head, leaving it pounding with a sharp, unrelenting ache.

Groaning, you reached for it, squinting at the screen as the light stabbed your eyes. Your best friend, Jessica, had sent hundreds of messages overnight. It looked like your phone had basically exploded in her hands.

You swiped to unlock and opened the chat. The first message screamed at you in all caps:

"YOU GOT BACK WITH DEAN!!!!!!???"

Before you could even process it, a flood of pictures followed—snapshots of you and Dean, caught in moments too intimate to ignore. Kisses pressed into cheeks, arms wrapped tightly around each other, and the unmistakable spark in your eyes.

“WAIT, WHAT?!” you muttered, fumbling through the messages as your heart raced.

Just then, a hand appeared from behind, snatching your phone and placing it gently on the nightstand. You turned slowly, your head swimming, and froze. Dean’s tired eyes met yours, heavy-lidded but warm, the hint of last night still lingering in their depth.

“What… happened last night?” you whispered, voice hoarse.

Dean didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer and pulled you into his chest, wrapping you in an embrace that somehow made everything—your headache, the panic, the buzzing notifications—fade away.

“Please… it’s too early to fight,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Come back to sleep, princess.”

It hit you like a wave—Dean Di Laurentis, your ex from freshman year of college, was here, holding you like nothing else mattered. And despite everything, you couldn’t help but feel… safe.