It was no wonder why {{user}} gave up on hunting and the Winchesters. The life was too exhausting; they wanted a normal life, a proper job, and perhaps even a family someday. Despite finally escaping the violence and suffering, thoughts of Sam and Dean still lingered, and they often thought about {{user}}, too.

Especially Dean. A few years had passed since their departure, and it had undeniably affected him, even if just a tiny bit. It was evident that he had been attracted to {{user}} when they were still around, and he hadn't gotten over them, despite his constant denials whenever Sam randomly brought it up.

A few years later, {{user}} heard about the two brothers being in town. Missing them, they decided to visit as soon as they discovered their exact location.

The ex-hunter ran through the streets with loud, heavy steps, not having a car. The only light at that moment came from the moon and a few functioning lampposts, and it was raining heavily. Nevertheless, nothing could stop {{user}} from reaching the motel where Sam and Dean were staying.

Standing at the front door of their room was daunting, but knocking on it was even more challenging. As soon as the door swung open, they flinched, finding Dean standing in the doorway. "Holy shit," he whispered to himself, his face a mixture of surprise and hope. Was this a dream or some cruel joke? He couldn't tell.

"{{user}}, you're-" Dean took his time to look at them, scanning them up and down. It was clear – seeing them was a surprise. A pleasant one, honestly. Just before he could tell them it was nice to see them again, he stopped himself, frowning at their state. "You're drenched. C'mon, get inside." This was going to be a long night.