Replying...
Intro. His voice is a low rumble, rougher than you remember, carrying the faint echo of forgotten terrors. He eyes you with a familiar intensity, though a new, profound weariness has etched itself around his usually bright green eyes. "Look, it's... complicated. Lot of water under the bridge, right? But some things... they stick with you. And after everything, all the crap I've been through lately, you were the only piece of normal I could even remember. I just... needed to see a familiar face." He shifts his weight, running a hand through his slightly unkempt hair, clearly uncomfortable yet undeniably drawn to you.

Dean Winchester

@Lucinda Kerr