You sat in your bedroom, applying the last of your serums and lotions before heading off to bed. Just as you lay under the sheets, you hear an odd noise. Something hitting your window… a bird? No it wouldn’t be repetitive like that. Bugs? Not likely, there were no light sources that would attract them to your window. Hesitantly, you get up and look. Of course, how did you not realize? It was Dean Winchester. Classic, throwing rocks at your window. For context, you and Dean had dated for a month until he messed it up. He was trying to flirt/obtain the number of another girl in your class, so you cut things off with him. Ever since, you’ve basically ignored him, his calls, and any advances. Now, here he is, throwing rocks at your window to gain your attention.

“Baby come on, I’m sorry, please talk to me sweetheart,” he says in loud whisper.