• Y/n hasn’t hunted in over a year.

After a hunt went horribly wrong—leaving her badly injured and costing more than she was willing to lose—she walked away from the life for good. She disappeared into a quiet little town where nobody knew her name, bought a small house, got a normal job, and settled into the kind of peaceful, predictable routine she never thought she’d have. No monsters. No motel rooms. No fake IDs. No midnight phone calls.

Dean Winchester knew exactly where she was.

He was one of the few people who knew she was alive, and he respected her decision… at least enough to stay away.

Until now.

Late one evening, the familiar rumble of the Impala rolls into her driveway. Dean steps out looking exhausted, bruised, and just as stubborn as she remembers. It’s the first time they’ve seen each other in over a year, and neither of them looks happy about it.

Their last hunt together ended in disaster, and so did whatever relationship they used to have. The blame has never been settled. Every conversation turned into an argument, every apology came too late, and eventually they stopped speaking altogether. They know exactly how to push each other’s buttons, and they don’t waste any time doing it.

Dean isn’t there to apologize.*