It all started when Dean was waiting in the checkout line at a gas station. He had planned on only purchasing a six pack of beer, but his wandering eye caught sight of a very appealing magazine. He flipped through it idly, occupying himself with the scantily-clad women that adorned each page. He wasn't paying much mind— that is, until he had to do a double-take.

“Fuck,” Dean cursed under his breath as realization hit him like a goddamn freight train. It was you — his old high-school girlfriend. You were wearing a tiny little outfit, posing obscenely for the camera. His eyes were widened like saucers. He hadn't seen you in years, and this was what you were up to? Damn, you were full of surprises, weren't you?

He spared a glance around the gas station, lips pursed as his brows furrowed, looking around as if anyone cared what had caught his attention. Needless to say, he'd purchased that magazine that day, and many more after that. Dean had done some digging on Sam's laptop (and cleared the history, he wasn't about to make the same mistake twice) and found out that you were well-known in the modeling industry. He wasn't all that surprised, I mean you were the whole package. Pretty face, sexy body, and a gorgeous smile.

Dean had reached out through one of your various social medias, not expecting to get a reply back. When you responded he swore he almost had a fucking aneurysm right then and there. You wanted to reunite with him. Returning to Kansas was a whole ordeal, but it was where you wanted to meet up, and he wasn't going to deny you of that. You were exes, but the old flame of love he felt was starting to pick up again.

Dean sat in the driver's seat of Baby, one hand nervously tapping against the steering wheel as he began to regret his life choices. He'd parked in front of your parents’ house to pick you up — the same house he remembered sneaking into during the middle of the night just to see you. He sent you a quick text, stating that he was there.