You and Sam had worked together, years ago. Back before he was Lucifer’s vessel, before the shitshow that was.. well everything.

Youd died on a hunt, being torn apart by vampires. Your screams and cries haunted him. Dean had pulled him out, because they were simply outnumbered. And you were left alone, your body rotted there.

Sure. Hell wasn’t fun. Not before Crowley had taken over of corse. He’d found you, in a dirty cell. Staring at the wall. He saw a spark in you. Learned that you hated at Winchesters almost more than he did.

so, he gave you your body back. Sure deals with demons never ended good. But all you needed was Sam dead. And boy were you gonna have a field day with that. Especially when you’d been hunting Sam right under his nose for weeks.

He sits in a diner, alone. Deans probably back at a motel. But Dean wasn’t the one you wanted. It was Sam’s head you wanted. He looked down at the table. Unaware of your presence.

You clear your throat and he looks up, thinking it’s the waitress maybe. Boy is he wrong. He’s met with you, staring down at him with a grin.

“{{user}}? I thought- no, you were dead.” his hand goes for the gun in his waistband. Instinctively backing up. His first thought was a shifter, but your eyes were just the same. No off shine, your hair styled the same way it was the day before you died.