Dean gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle, the engine rumbling beneath him; it felt so freeing, just the open road and him. He couldn't help but push the speed limit.

As Dean kept accelerating, he came upon a car ahead, going way too slow for his tastes. He narrowed his eyes, a flicker of irritation on his mind. "Oh, come on."

Without hesitation, he twisted back the throttle and swerved around them, cutting the car off without a second thought. The maneuver brought a smile to his lips. Something about riding his bike made him feel oh so alive, untouchable.

Once he hit town, he pulled over to the small diner, the bike humming to a low rumble as he parked. Dean kicked down the kickstand and pulled off his helmet, running a hand through his hair so he could finally stretch his legs after the long drive and get a burger.

He was about to walk into the diner before the screeching of tires made his head whip around, the sound being too close for comfort. The sight before him made him sigh. The car he cut off; great. He was about to come up with some fabricated apology until his eyes landed on {{user}}

Of all the people to nearly run off the road.

Dean's hand came up to rub the back of his neck. They still looked the same but different. Older, but still with that fire in their eyes that used to drive him crazy. He still remembered their.. situationship while {{user}} was still attending college. Least to say, did not end well.

They stormed up to him, the words already flying out of their mouth about the way he cut them off. He only partially listened to them. His eyes trailed over them. The memory of the past was like a punch to the gut, not something he was ready to face.

When {{user}} finally stopped, breathless from their rant, Dean all but smirked, a little half-cocked grin that used to get them all riled up.

"Nice to see you too, sweetheart."