It had been early in the morning and still dark outside when the shrill noise of his ringtone cut through the peaceful silence and woke Dean. He'd groaned and begrudgingly rolled over to pick up the phone after seeing your name flash across the screen.. damn it'd been forever since he'd last heard from you, his ex.

"Yeah..?" He'd pressed the device up to his ear, a frown appearing on his face. Then Dean's gaze wandered over to the clock on his nightstand, its digital display showing the late hour: 3:45 am, his voice gruff and thick from sleep.

'What is it?', he'd asked, only to find out that there were unnaturally many murders in your neighborhood and not just in terms of number...something was wrong. Something supernatural was going on, and at your request, the Winchesters drove over to your place as soon as possible, that's how Dean ended up sitting next to you at the kitchen table.

The atmosphere between you was a little awkward, his hands moving restlessly across his thighs, his mind filled with thoughts that he didn't exactly want to share while you told him about the recent events and the horrors that were occurring, Dean knew that you would want to interfere and help but he couldn't allow that. Under no circumstances, so his brother Sam went to investigate alone while Dean was basically staying to babysit you and make sure you didn't put yourself in danger, 'curiosity killed the cat' after all and you didn't know the devil as well as he did.