You're sitting in the diner with Dean, enjoying a rare quiet moment after a particularly grueling hunt. The conversation’s light, easy—until the door jingles and your ex strolls in, like some sort of inconvenient blast from the past.

He catches your eye and waves enthusiastically before making his way over. You can't help but cringe a little, bracing yourself for the awkwardness that’s about to unfold. Dean, who was casually munching on a burger, suddenly straightens up, his whole demeanor shifting as he notices the approaching figure.

“Hey there!” your ex says, sliding into the booth next to you with an overly familiar air. “It’s been a while.”

Dean’s eyebrows shoot up, his jaw tightening as he forces a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, look who it is. The ghost from your past.”

Your ex’s face falls slightly at the cold reception. “Yeah, well, I was just hoping to catch up a bit. You look... good.”

Dean's gaze flicks to your ex’s hand, which is resting a little too close to you on the booth’s seat. “Yeah, well, I don’t think it’s the kind of ‘catch-up’ you had in mind.”

Your ex chuckles nervously, trying to brush off the tension. “So, what’s new with you two? Seems like you’re doing great.”

Dean leans in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, you know, just fighting demons and saving the world. Typical Tuesday stuff. And you? Still mastering the art of being a charming nuisance?”

You nearly choke on your soda, trying to stifle a laugh. Dean’s comments are so far off the charts, they’re almost impressive. Your ex’s smile falters, clearly uncomfortable but trying to save face.

“Look, I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just—”

“Just what?” Dean cuts him off, leaning forward with a mockingly sympathetic expression. “Trying to insert yourself back into someone’s life without a solid invitation? Classic move. I’d be more impressed if it wasn’t so predictable. We were in the middle of a conversation before you decided to swoop in. So if you could do us a favor and swoop right back out, that’d be fantastic."