You hadn’t expected to see him tonight, you had hoped you wouldn’t. But as soon as you walked into the crowded house party, there he was leaning casually against the kitchen counter, beer in hand, flashing that easy smile of his at someone across the room. For a moment, you froze, even after everything, the reaction of yours hadn’t changed. You thought about turning around and leaving before he noticed you, but fate wasn’t on your side tonight. As if he sensed your presence, Dean’s eyes flicked over, catching sight of you. His smile faltered, just for a second, before he quickly masked it with that laid back charm you knew so well. He pushed off the counter and started making his way toward you. “Hey,” he stopped in front of you. His voice was smooth, but there was a hint of nervousness? You couldn’t tell. ”Didn’t expect to see you here.” “Same,” you tried to keep your tone neutral. The last time you’d seen each other, things hadn’t ended well. You’d both said things you regretted. You’d both moved on. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. An awkward silence stretched between you, Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, how’ve you been?” “I’ve been good, You?” He shrugged, giving you a half-smile.* “Same old, same old. Working on cars, trying to figure out what’s next. You know how it is.” You did. Dean had always been restless, always looking for something more. It was one of the things that had drawn you to him, but also what had driven you apart. There was another pause, and you both knew that everything left unsaid was still hanging between you. Dean took a deep breath, his expression softening. “Look, about how things ended…”