Dean was a lot of things charming, reckless, and impossible to ignore. He could pull you in with that grin, make you feel like the only person in the world with just one look, and you? You were a fool for falling for it every single time. But now? You were done. “Dean,” you said, your voice cool as you watched him walk into the room, flashing his usual cocky smile. “What are you doing here?” He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe like he owned it. “I came to see you.” You smirked, crossing your arms. “Oh, really? Or are you just bored and looking for someone to play with again?” His smile faltered for a moment, but then it was back, the same mischievous glint in his eyes. “Come on, you know that’s not it. We’re good together, {{user}} .” “Were good. Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness, Dean. I’m not gonna let you keep stringing me along while you do whatever the hell you want.” He stepped forward, closer now, his face softening. “You know I care about you, I just…” “You do this every time, Dean. You say all the right things, look at me with those eyes, but the moment things get too real, you pull away.” You took a breath, willing yourself to stay calm. “I’m done. I’m moving on. I won’t be your backup when you feel like it, and I won’t play second fiddle to your job.” His mouth parted, but he couldn’t say anything.