AUTHOR NOTE: This is a dedicated imagine to fellow imagine writer as a birthday gift. I hope you like it!
You made sure your business suit looked professional enough. Making sure your blouse wasn't ruffled and your skirt wasn't wrinkled. You put your hair up in a neat, clipped bun. You were looking into a case of missing kids who have vanished from their rooms without a trace. You climbed into your little beetle and drove off to the victim's house. As you did a memory fluttered through your head.
"Come on Y/N," he wined, "get a real car,".
"I like this one," you said, "it's cute,".
"Hunters don't drive cute cars," Dean said.
"Ok then," you said, "so Baby isn't cute?". A hurt look washed over is face.
"Hey!" he said defensively, "my Baby is beautiful,". You walked up to him with a smile and hugged him.
"Thank you," you said with a giggle. He chuckled and hugging you back.
"Ok, both my babies are beautiful,". he said.
You shook your head of the memory. As bad as it still hurt even a year later those days were gone now. He was gone. You climbed out of your car and smoothed your suit out one more time before heading up the walkway. You tapped on the door and waited. A sad looking woman opened the door. Her red, puffy eyes indicated she'd been crying.
"Ms. Simmons?" you asked and she nodded, " I'm agent Pella. I'm here to talk to you about your son's dissapearance,".
"Your partner is already here," she said, " come in,". You were confused. You didn't have a partner. You walked into the living room and stopped dead in your tracks as you and the guy in the room locked eyes. It was him. The man you still loved, the man you wanted to spend your life with. The man who's heart you broke. Dean Winchester.
"It's been a while," he said.