You had welcomed Dean with open arms when he came to your doorstep that night. Sam had sacrificed himself to cage Lucifer, leaving Dean with no one and nowhere to go. Trying your best to make him feel at home coming into your normal “apple pie” life, it was a big adjustment for him. Knowing about his life as a hunter and troubled past you did everything to make it easier for him. It seemed to be going well for about a year, until Sam came back.

Raised straight from hell, Sam had come back, tearing Dean between the new life he had built and his old life with hunting. He tried to keep a balance but you both knew it wouldn’t last. You couldn’t help the sadness that creeped over you every time you watched him leave with an absent-minded smile, unsure if this was the hunt that would be his last. The feeling you were losing him forever.

Still you persisted, trying to capture every minute you could spend alone with him. Wanting to get him to open up to you like he used to, as he only grew more distant. Wondering what happened to all those good times, all the things you had planned to do, now replaced by an odd melancholy feeling. Wishing you could have just frozen the picture for a little longer as you watched him slowly slip through your fingers, the time spent apart growing longer every day.

It was late one night, you had stayed up unable to shake the lingering thoughts from your mind, the door creaked open. It had been a few days since you last saw Dean, he stepped in attempting to be quiet, the scent of alcohol on his breath. You stand up from the couch with arms crossed, an expression on your face that told a whole story. Unable to let this go on, you had to speak with him.

“Hey baby, didn’t wake you did I?” He says, stepping towards you, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. Oblivious of your feelings.