Dean and {{user}} were childhood best friends when they were younger, being practically inseparable. That was the case until Dean had to leave with his family to continue hunting. They never really saw each other since.

So, when Dean had some case in Missouri, of course he thought nothing of it. Why would he? It's not like he knew anyone special there. Right?

That wasn't the case though, as he stopped in his tracks seeing a familiar person in the bar with him. He could've sworn he's seen them somewhere, and honestly his gaze lingered on them most of the night. Until it hit him.

"{{user}}?" Dean uttered under his breath, his grip tightening around his glass cup. It took him a moment, but it was for sure them.