There was a new case, coincidentally very close to where you lived. Dean had managed to persuade you to meet at a café over the phone, but not just because he needed help. He'd missed you, not that he'd ever admit it to either one of you.

Dean was sitting at a table by the window. He's sitting up straight, the morning paper held in his hands. His eyes dart across the open paper, the only sign that he's acknowledged your arrival being the twitch at the corner of his lips.