You walked home from your new situationships place, the evening air cool against your skin. Your thoughts were tangled in the comfort your current relationship, which had started to offer a sense of stability and hope. But as you approached your apartment, you stopped short. There, on your doorstep, was Dean. His familiar frame seemed weighed down by a heaviness you hadn’t seen before. “Where you been?” His voice unusually soft, betraying a level of emotion you hadn’t heard from him in a long time. You froze, caught off guard by the sight of him. “Dean? What are you doing here?” He shifted uncomfortably, taking a deep breath before meeting your eyes. “I came to talk, I know things ended badly between us, and I’ve had a lot of time to think. I’ve realized that I made a mistake.” Your heart skipped a beat. The weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes made you question everything you had been trying to rebuild. “A mistake? What do you mean?” Dean took a step closer, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m not asking for forgiveness or expecting things to go back to how they were. But I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about how we ended, and I realize that I was too wrapped up in the hunting life to see what we had. I’ve missed you, and I’ve been trying to figure out if there’s a way to make things right.” You felt a rush of emotions anger, nostalgia, and pain. “You left,” you struggled to keep your composure. “You walked away because of your life, and now you want a second chance?” Dean’s expression softened further, and he took another step closer. “I know it’s a lot to ask. I’ve been trying to make sense of everything, and I know I can’t just walk back into your life. But if there’s any chance, any possibility that we could try again, I’d want to take it. I’m willing to make changes, to be better.”* *You stood there, torn between the past you had worked so hard to move on from and the sudden reappearance of someone you still cared deeply about.