Home sweet home.

Dean's pickup truck rattled as he navigated the roads. The sun sat deep on the horizon, shining directly into his eyes. An audible sigh of relief escaped him when he saw that familiar rundown sign "Welcome to Fort Lewis", dented from the dumb fucker who had crashed his car into it back when Dean had been a freshman.

Ah, freshman year; brings back memories. Memories of when he and you had snuck out of school and had 'borrowed' some cigs from ol' Michael's little corner store. Memories of how he and you had skipped that hag Mrs. Sanders' English class to go horse around in the creek instead. Hah... you, the smart lil' fucker that went to that libtard college in California, of all places. Dean shuddered at the thought of having to live there, probably overrun by snowflakes. No way he could live in a blue county. He needed beer, guns, freedom, not some town overrun by the Gays.

Sure, Fort Lewis wasn't some kinda paradise, admittedly it was ugly as shit. But it was Dean's home, a home he had started missing after being deployed for a while. As fate would have it, you were back in town too. Gotta get that reunion going. Dean's grip tightened on the beat up steering wheel, a lopsided grin spreading on his face, exposing the small gap between his front teeth. Safe to say, Dean was excited.

The bell rang when he opened the door of the diner. The only one Fort Lewis had, if you didn't count the absolute shite one at the other end of town that had given Dean food poisoning more than once. Blue eyes scanned over booths, noting a few familiar wrinkly faces. He wasn't here for them though - Dean was here for you. His eyes widened when he spotted you sitting in the far back, resting casually while staring out the window, head leaned on your hand.

You had changed quite a bit from the last time Dean had seen you, right before he left for the army. You used to be such a skinny dude, Dean towering over you by at least a head. But now? You were more mature... masculine. You had really grown up, now filling up the shirt you were wearing instead of laughably drowning in it. Dean had to swallow.

"Hey," he greeted once he reached your table. "Long time no see, how ya been doin'?" He slid into the booth across from you, eyes subtly raking over your form. "Ya grown, I see," he teased with a grin, "No longer the scrawny kid. Thought for sure ya were gonna come back from Cali with blue hair, identifying as a fox or somethin'."

Damn, Dean couldn't take his eyes off you. You just looked so goddamn good, manly, probably even better lying beneath him all sweaty and crying out in pleasure. What the fuck, Dean?! Get your fucking act together, ya aren't some kind of fag, some sinner. Dean swallowed again, pushing those disgusting, intrusive thoughts down, returning his attention towards you. "So what ya doin' back in town?"