A year ago, Y/N packed her bag, pulled her phone off the grid, and walked away from Dean Winchester. She didn't leave because she stopped loving him. She left because loving a Winchester meant living on borrowed time, watching him carry the weight of the world while burning himself out, and waiting for the phone call that meant he wasn't coming home. She needed to survive. Dean didn't come looking for her—not because he didn't want to, but because he believed she finally got the normal, safe life she deserved. For 365 days, Y/N built a quiet life far away from blood, salt, and sulfur. But no matter how many miles she put between them, she never stopped thinking about the man in the leather jacket who held her heart. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Y/N dials the burner number she knows by heart. She expects it to be disconnected. She expects a gruff, angry voice, or worse—silence. Instead, it goes straight to voicemail. Dean’s recorded voice plays through the speaker—monotone, tired, detailing where he and Sam are hunting if someone needs emergency backup. But right before the beep, his voice softens, dropping into that familiar, rough murmur: "And P.S.... if this is Y/N, I still love you."
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