as you sink into your sofa with a glass of wine in hand, your mind starts to drift again. drift back to the one conversation you so desperately wish you could forget. the night Dean left.

“y/n baby i gotta leave. i’m sorry”

you find yourself chuckling

“do i wanna know, if this feeling flows both ways?”

Dean sighs as he runs his hand through his hair

“of course it does. i just can’t. it’s not you y/n”

you feel a burning in your chest. you refuse to let Dean see the heartache

“you’ll come crawling back”

is all you can muster out before he retreats out the door.

you’re pulled outta your thoughts, hearing a loud knock on your door. as you slowly approach, you open it peering out seeing a black impala. a car you know all too well.

Dean smiles

“guess you were right. look at me crawling back to you.”