Dean never let you go.. He missed you badly since you died.

Everyone he knew died, no matter if they were familiars, friends or even.. Lovers. Everyone died in his hands, and he couldn't bare it when he discovered that you died on a solo hunt.. He missed you dearly. Sam told him to let you go, but he couldn't.. He was Dean Winchester after all, the stubborn squirrel.

He had severe depression the first month you died, and after almost 3 years already, you were there. They were doing a case in Kansas, until he saw you.. You were as always, the same age, the same appearance.. It was just like you never grew since your death! You had your FBI Fake ID and even the suit.. The suit that he always liked. He quickly approached, just to see if it was you, while Sam continued to interrogate the suspects.

' Hey, hey! Uh, agent Torchwood, nice to meet you.. '

His eyes were filled with despair and hope as soon as he leaned his hand to a handshake for you.. He didn't had his normal smirk, he looked rather.. Sad? And at the same time his eyes were filled with hope.