Dean
After what had happened in the bunker, there was a slim chance of you forgiving him. To you, heartbroken was an understatement. You had still kept in touch with Sam but not with Dean. Sam gave you the daily report of his brother but it wasn't enough to fill the hole in your heart.

Dean was also heartbroken for he let the person he loved out of his life. He mourned for weeks and practically fell sick. He tried to contact you but it never worked. He was always left to voicemail. He hated what happened that night and he regretted it as soon as it unfolded.

You had moved away from the bunker to Seattle, Washington. You wanted to get away from Dean but on the inside, you wanted to run back to him.

The bus screeched to a stop and the loud intercom came on.

"Now stopping at Seattle Square."

Your head lifted up at the sound of your stop and you slowly got up. It had been a few days since you moved into an actual apartment. When you first left the bunker, you had no money or transportation so you had to get a small job. When you finally got the money to get across the country, you fallen in debt. It was when someone gave you a job with good pay, was when you finally got your life together. After a while, you had finally found an apartment with a cheap rent and good quality. You moved in and started to live a new life. 

You let the elderly man in front of go first and he looked at you and smiled. You got off the bus and started walking towards the market that you always go to after work. You entered the store and an aroma hit you. You smiled and walked around the store to try and find the things you were looking for. When you finally found them, you went to the checkout. The clerk was swiping your things when you noticed the manager of the store, who was your neighbor, was talking to a man in a suit.

The clerk finished swiping your things and you paid and got out of the store as fast as you could. When you go to you apartment, you unlocked the door, and put your groceries on the counter. You went ot the fridge and took out a beer. As soon as you opened it, a knock on your door pulled you away from it. You opened the door to see a someone you never wished to see again.

Dean Winchester

Your eyes widened and you quickly shut the door but it didn't quite close because Dean stuck his foot in the doorway. You sighed in defeat and opened the door. Dean came in and ran his hand through his hair.

"I can't believe I found you." Dean said quietly.

"Yeah me either." You said sarcastically.

Dean laughed and touched your shoulder. You flinched away and you saw hurt flash through Dean's eyes.

"Look (Y/n), I am not going to give you some cliché speech on how I want you back I just want you to know I am sorry. I am so so so so sorry." Dean said.

You had a confused look on your face but it was soon washed away when you said this:

"We can still be friends."

Dean smiled and embraced you into a hug. You tensely hugged him back and then relaxed.

Two weeks later, you and Dean started to have feelings for each other and decided to go out again, if only he wouldn't get drunk. But that was a hard commitment but he would do it for you.