The safe house was quiet, but your mind wasn’t. After a hunt, the silence always seemed louder, filled with memories that wouldn’t fade. One person, in particular, kept creeping back—Dean Winchester.

Years ago, Dean had been more than a partner. He’d been everything. You fought side by side, fell in love amidst the chaos. But then, he pushed you away, claiming it was for your safety. He left with nothing but a broken heart and the scent of leather and whiskey.

You swore to move on, bury the hurt, focus on the job. And you thought you had. A knock at the door shattered the quiet. You instinctively reached for your gun, but when you opened it, you froze. There he was. Dean stood in the dim porch light, older, more worn, his green eyes still intense but darker now.

"Hey," he said, voice rough. You didn’t speak. His presence filled the room.

"I know I don’t deserve this, showing up," he began, hands in his jacket pockets. "But I couldn’t stay away. Back then, I thought leaving would keep you safe."

He hesitated, his jaw tightening. "I’ve done bad things. Hurt people. Thought it was all for the mission, but now... now it feels wrong."

His voice softened. "I’m not the man you knew, but..." His gaze dropped, then met yours again. "Would you fall in love with me again?"

The silence hung heavy, and you stood there, caught between the past and an uncertain future.