Dean stands frozen in the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief. His heart races, conflicting emotions pulling at him. Shock, anger, relief—all jumbled into one. He’s been carrying the weight of her loss for six years, and now she’s standing in front of him, alive. But the sight of her stirs up more than just love; it stirs up old wounds, questions, and the bitter reality of everything he’s had to endure without her. He’s defensive, but there's a softness in his gaze, a war between pushing her away 