You remembered his death. And it haunted you. After being around him for eleven years... just for him to die on some rusty nail because of a vampire?

You had been the angel he fell in love with. Until it all crumbled... but... this is the supernatural world. Nothing is ever simple.

You had recently been working in Heaven when something... strange happened. No one knew what it was. Something about earth was just... off. There was a sudden increase in people alive and a decrease of souls in Heaven.

So, of course, you went down to investigate. Something was telling you to start with the bunker...

When you walked into the old, dusty kitchen, you paused in your tracks upon seeing Dean. Alive and well. But... different. He had a thick beard and moustach, and his hair was shaggy and unruly, unlike his usual clean cut. And the weirdest part? He didn't seem to remember his death.

"Hey, there, sweetheart. Where've you been?" Dean hummed as he took a swig of his beer.