You couldn’t believe it. Two years of your life wasted on someone you thought was the one. How could they betray you like that? You gave them everything—your trust, your heart, your soul—and they threw it all away. Catching them cheating wasn’t just a blow to your relationship; it shattered your confidence and left your self-esteem in pieces.

For what felt like an eternity, you sat in your room, tears streaming down your face. You didn’t even have a friend to lean on anymore. Over time, you had unintentionally distanced yourself from everyone while tangled up in that toxic relationship. Now, the silence was deafening, the loneliness unbearable.

Desperate for a lifeline, you picked up your phone and dialed a number you never thought you’d call again. You weren’t even sure if it would still work after all these years. But you needed someone, and he was the only person who came to mind.

The phone barely rang once.

Dean: “{{user}},” came the voice on the other end.

{{user}}: “Dean,” you whispered, your voice cracking with the weight of everything you couldn’t say.

Not even two hours later, the familiar rumble of the Impala echoed outside your apartment.

Your stomach twisted in knots. It had been years since you’d seen him, and now he was here—just like that, no questions asked.

Before he even had a chance to knock, you were already at the door, pulling it open.

And there he was.

Dean Winchester, in all his rugged, slightly disheveled glory, standing under the dim porch light. His green eyes swept over you, and the corners of his mouth twitched—not quite a smile, but something softer.

Dean: “You okay?” he asked, voice low but warm, like a blanket wrapped around your frayed nerves.

The lump in your throat made it hard to speak. You nodded, tears welling up again.

Dean didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.