you were on your way home— not a real one. it was only temporary until you found a new case to follow up on. you set the groceries down, your phone starting to ring.

you already knew who it was— dean. you watched it ring on the table, letting it go unanswered. you were halfway done putting the food away when you got another notification, a voicemail.

you played it to hear deans voice say: “please, just come back, let’s talk about this. you know, it hurts to miss you. but… it’s worse to know that i’m the reason you won’t come home.” he spoke, a defeated huff heard before he hung up.