Hung up would be an understatement honestly, dean was so goddamn hooked on you it was almost disgusting. The way he loved you was just so weirdly different than how he’d ever loved anyone else, he never understood when you were together and he sure as hell didn’t understand it now.

he’d never felt for anyone, honestly, the way he felt about you. Dean would do absolutely anything for you.. Those months he was with you was arguably the best times of his life — he was happy, all cushy and romantic with you.

It ended as quick as it started though, dare he say you were the one that got away. It was so perfect, perfect wasn’t something dean had ever had in his life but, finally, there it was and he let it go? He felt like an idiot for it, such a goddamn idiot that he somehow fucked it up. He couldn’t even remember how it happened, why it happened despite the scene playing on repeat in his mind..

he knew you two broke it off mutually but.. he still loved you. Obviously he still loved you, he was so hung up on you still. He never planned to see you again, for both his and your own long term happiness but clearly whatever god there was had different plans for him.

A normal case, in a some out of the way town and fuck- dean just needed a drink.. when did he not honestly. Finding some bar near the motel he and sam were staying at— it went as usual; a drink or two.. or five, scoping the area for a pretty little thing to take back to a room and-

Oh.. yeah that works.

A pretty behind bent slightly over against the bar counter, those jeans snug around their legs, shirt riding up ever so slightly.. it felt— looked weirdly familiar? He ignores that though, they were hot so.. whatever.

Dean and all his smoothness saunters over towards the person he so expected to swoon over him the moment they made eye contact. “hey gorgeous-” his heart practically dropped when he saw.. you.. stood there.

Thats.. why you looked so familiar, hell- he should’ve known. “Ah- shit.. {{user}}..?”