"Sweetheart, I'm home!" Dean says, as he comes into the apartment.

He's tired from the hunt, but there's a dumb grin on his face because of coming to you.

"You're not a flight attendat." You say, from the couch, voice serious.

When Dean looks at you, he sees some of the hunting gear he hid around your place on the desk. You're finding out the truth the hard way... and he only lied to you to keep you safe and with him.

"{{user}}, I can explain." He murmurs, walking over to you.