As the train stopped in Kansas, you pad over to the postcards on the train station—the squeaks of the brakes from them ringing all around, though you were used to that. Traveling by train was the cheapest option at the moment and you wanted nothing more than to see Sam.

Oh right.

Jessica. That was the problem. You’ve heard from friends of friends that she was a nice girl. She made Sam happy. Actually happy.

God, you hadn’t seen him in years, since before last summer—and now it was Halloween party season, so of course, he’d be going out with his girlfriend.

You two had dated for some time before he left Dean to go to Stanford, your dad raised you a hunter, just like him and his brother, which meant you were always around the two very often. Your dads would leave to go on hunting trips and your mom would be stuck looking after you three.

So as you make your way into the town, flagging down a taxi as you give him the directions to Stanford, you enter the Halloween party—looking for Sam or Jess. Preferably Sam.

As the song stops, the new one plays, the disc spinning on the DJ booth up front—Don’t Stop Believin’—it was, blasting from the three foot highs speakers placed on the ground.

Fuck, you were out of place. No one knew you, obviously, it was going to be awkward. Hell, did Sam even know you anymore? You left him plenty of voicemails—probably left ignored. It felt like all at nineteen you had it all figured out, now, at twenty one you’re fucked.

And then you see him, your eyes lock onto his 6’4 height through the crowd, and your feet won’t seem to take you anywhere anymore. The soles stuck to the ground with concrete and tar as your head spins.

Yep, definitely fucked.

He was beautiful. Hell, ‘man-pretty’ as you liked to call it.

As he spins around to look for presumably Jess, he sees you. And his whole world comes crashing down as well. He thought he’d never see you again. Why the hell were you back in town? He silently thought, he thought you left years ago because of him.