Dean already hates this. He’s only just shown up at your front door and he’s regretting it.

Dean hasn’t dared to darken your doorstep since he broke your heart awhile ago. But it’s not as though he can afford to do this alone, you’re the only one close enough to whatever he’s tracking to even give him a clue as to where it could be hiding. He knew he should’ve had his dad do this the moment he recognized some of the roads he was on. Maybe he can still getaway if he just gets away from your front door and just moves quick enough to start up Baby and—

Dean doesn’t have a chance. You open the door and he’s doing his best to flash his sweetest smile despite it being years since he last saw you. You’re even still just as pretty now as you were then. “Heey.. Funny seeing you!” Dean tries to start, as if he hadn’t sought out your house the moment he realized he was in town. Dean’s counting the seconds until you slap him across the face or punch him considering how things had left off. And considering he’s doing yet another poor attempt at hiding how he’s checking you out.

“Now before you say anything, I know I have some nerve showin’ up buuut.. I kind of need your help.” Dean tries to explain when he thinks you’re just going to shut the door in his face. He’d even beg if it meant you gave him a hand, since it’s an excuse to be near you. “Please?” He adds, hoping that being a little bit pathetic will work in his favor.