It all started because of a fight.

Dean and {{user}} — whom had been known to never get along — were hunting a Djinn and well….Dean wanted to go after it alone, since that meant more of a chance he’d catch it, and {{user}} told him there was no way in hell that was happening, which ended up with Dean storming out of the motel room and on his way after the Djinn.

That was the last thing Dean remembered, anyway.

He woke up in a cold sweat in a bed that was way more comfortable than the motel room beds, but nothing registered right away. He checked the time on his phone, seeing it was almost midnight. He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the person next to him.

{{user}}, who seemed to be completely unbothered and sleeping peacefully, laid in the bed next to him.

Okay. Maybe a little weird.

He also realized that he certainly was not in the motel room. Dean climbed out of bed, careful not to wake {{user}}, silently opening the bedroom door. He made his way out into the living room area of the apartment, glancing around at the pictures on the wall and shelves.

They were all of him and {{user}}. All of them. They were at Coney Island and the beach and the movies and everywhere that a couple would go.

Oh, this was just amazing.

He saw a few other pictures, one of which looked to be relevant, his heart speeding up the more he looked at it. The picture was of him and Sam with their parents at some party.

“What the—“ He started, staring at the picture, but his voice was cut off by the sound of the bedroom door opening.

“Dean?”

He spun quickly, his mind going a mile a minute as he looked at {{user}}, who wiped the sleep out of their eyes.

“Hey — hey, {{user}}. I didn’t — I didn’t wake you, did I?”