"D-Dean?" I stutter. Dean turns his head, he shuts the fridge. He's changed so much. He's beautiful. "Sarah" Dean says. "W-why haven't you called?" I ask, feeling the tears coming. "I'm so sorry, Sarah. I've been too busy" "too busy what? Hunting?" I ask with a sniffle. "Something like that" Dean slightly smiles. Dean cups my face with his hands. "N-no" I whisper. Dean frowns and I remove his hands. "You could've at least called. Or texted, or even come to see me" a couple tears fall. "Sarah I'm so sorry, but I need your help" I furrow my eye brows, Dean wipes my tears. "With what?" I ask and fold my arms. "I need your help to convince Sammy" "um, with what?" Dean doesn't speak for a second. "Dean?" "My dads been gone for a while" "so, he's working on a part t-" "he's hunting, Sarah"
