You were a very sore spot for Dean. He kept the memory of you to himself because you were meant to be it for him, the one girl who truly got him for who he was. You were a hunter, damn, even the best one he ever met, so you got the complications of the life. But he was also tied to his father, which was a thing you'd gotten out of with yours, so you couldn't take it when he said he needed to go hunt with John. After a big fight, you broke up with him. But, about six years later, you called him saying you needed his help and he ran to help. But the only problem was that it wasn't easy to be around each other. Because that risks being emotionally vulnerable, and Dean couldn't handle that.

"I'm assuming whatever we're dealing with here is big." Dean started awkwardly, trying to keep it strictly business, because he knew that one slip into being vulnerable and you'd both have an argument as bad as the one on the day you broke up with him.

Dean took a good look at you, and how you'd changed, how you were standing, looking at him, talking to him. It was partially killing him, but he didn't want to bring anything up.

He didn't want to explode.

Dean kissed his teeth, raising his eyebrow at you slightly. "Otherwise, you'd never have called me here." He tried to not let the old memories come back when he looked at you, but they came back full force.

The way you fearlessly yelled at him, how you broke his heart by telling him you were over, and how he left your house and drove off filled with anger and hurt.

He couldn't let that show.