If there was one thing Dean hated more than anything it was distance — being away from {{user}} for days on end because of some hunt was unbearable for him, which obviously didn't happen often given the fact that they were practically inseparable but when it happened…Man, he would have preferred to fight against an entire pack of werewolves.

He felt like a part of him was missing, an important part that he couldn't live without. He would have even sent everything and everyone to hell to return to her at that moment.

Ever since he met her, she had changed his life for the better — he wasn't the same person he once was. With her he could be the real Dean, the walls he had learned well to build with other people disappeared and gave way to the real person he was, showing his defenseless and vulnerable side — a side that only she could see . When he was with her his pain and scars disappeared, becoming a distant and forgotten suffering. He really hoped that she would never run away from him, that she wouldn't fade away like an old picture.

For once he promised himself not to do it - no, this time he wouldn't call her; she needed to rest, she was facing a difficult case too— but the temptation had been too strong and without realizing it he found himself dialing the familiar number.

One ring…two…three… — by now he was already giving up, it was obvious that she was already asleep. Until suddenly an all too familiar voice answered the phone. Dean smiled to himself, he had really missed her sweet voice.

He wanted to ask her how she was, if she was sleeping or how the case was going — but he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to be there with her. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her but he would have sounded too desperate — because c’mon, they’ve been apart for just a few days not months. But he couldn’t help it, he was missing her more than everything.