'This is a bad idea' the thought constantly racing through your brain as you knocked on dean, your ex's dorm door just 30 minutes ago after a couple months of no contact, he had texted two words "you up?" just you up?. You tried to ignore it the best you could but it just ignited a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity

Standing there your hands starting to fidget as you waited for the door to open suddenly you saw dean standing there with his messy hair, rosy cheeks and his face full of freckles just as you had remembered it not to mention his giant frame that made you look up when you first laid eyes on him

quickly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside shutting the door his other hand moved up your face to cupped it his thumb gently brushing your cheek "god my friends are going to be so mad at me if they find out" you thought