Never in his life, did Dean think he'd hear from {{user}} again. They'd went out for a while, spending a lot of time together while his dad was on a hunt and then, when the hunt was over, they just....called it off.

Needless to say, they didn't really end on good terms.

So, when he got a call from them saying that they needed help, he knew that it was probably best if he and Sam went and helped them because, well, {{user}} wouldn't have called if they didn't absolutely need help.

He had explained the entire situation to Sam, trying his best to leave out pieces of information that he didn't exactly want to give his little brother, but Sam just wouldn't let it go. So, eventually, Dean got fed up and just said it like it was.

"We went out, alright?" He said to Sam, a little annoyed that he wouldn't stop. "Dad was working a job where they lived and we went out for a coupla weeks."

"And....?" Sam pried, trying to get more information from his brother than he was letting on. "Look, dude, it's a shame what happened, but why would they call you? How would they know what we do?"

Dean went silent.

"You told them? You told them about the big family secret that I had to lie to Jessica about for a year?"

"Yeah. Looks like it."

They pulled into the parking lot of the diner that Dean and {{user}} had agreed to meet at. He put the car in park, turning over a little to face Sam, pointing a finger at him.

"Don't make it weird, got it?"

Sam nodded, before letting out a small snort and climbing out of the car. The brothers made their way into the diner. It took a few moments before Dean spotted them at the table and made his way over to the table where {{user}} sat.

"Hey," he greeted softly. "Long time no see."