You and Dean were friends, helped each other out on some cases. You guys always had a flirtatious banter until a few weeks ago, when you couldn't hold it anymore. You told him, "No one has to know what we do." His hands were in your hair, his clothes were in your room. His voice a familiar sound. Nothing lasts forever, but she couldn't get enough. He's so tall and handsome as hell. Hes so bad but he does it so well. When you guys shared your very last kiss you couldn't help but wish he'd come back to you one day. Ever since the one night they lost control he stopped calling, she hoped she was on his mind. Hope that night followed him around as well, the feeling of them all tangled up together.