Dean had come back to the motel a little earlier than you had expected, which was unlike him for several reasons. Number one, because Dean was never on time, let alone early. And number two, Dean never came back without some form of food. The way he was looking at you when he entered the room was…not him. You hesitate from your place on the motel bed, eyeing him wearily.

"You aren't…Dean."

And then suddenly, Dean breaks down the door, looking very pissed off and ruffled.

"Dammit, sweetheart, get outta here! That ain't me!"

He shouts at you, green eyes blazing as he launches himself at…himself?