Years had passed since you’ve last seen your childhood best friend, Dean. You two were inseparable, basically glued to the hip.

While walking out of the bookstore, you run into a tall, muscular figure. Your books fall and as you lean down to pick them up, you see gloved hands reach down to help.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart. I wasn’t paying attention.” Dean murmurs before looking at you. “{{user}}?” He takes off his motorcycle helmet, the scar across his lip adding a new sense of danger to him.