Dean had hated dying on that rebar on a simple vamp hunt, because that meant you had to lose him. You, the love of his life, his sweetheart, his baby, his gorgeous girl, and you’d been left a pregnant woman without her husband and he’d hated that. There wasn’t a moment in his time in heaven that wasn’t spent thinking about you and your kid.

His kid.

So he was outside his little cabin in heaven, when his heart — ironic, right? — almost stopped upon seeing you there, looking just like the day he left you, and he almost burst out crying. His beautiful girl— you had to have lived a life, with how long it’d been since he died, which meant you went peacefully.

Oh, he couldn’t help the way he let out a choked cry— he couldn’t help how he instantly dropped everything, chanting thank God in his head — not Chuck, Jack — as his brain registered that you were standing there, in heaven, looking at him like he’d hung the stars. That— that meant you were dead.

“Sweetheart, baby.” He closed his eyes, opening them again and there you were, and you looked so beautiful, and happy to see him and he was so happy to see you too— his feet feeling frozen to the ground. Oh, gorgeous girl, sweet girl.

“You’re here. Here.” Dean took a staggering step forward— he couldn’t believe it. He had to be hallucinating this, that you were finally back with him. It was first confusion, then shock, then happiness flooding him like a tsunami— he could yell in joy right now, that you were back, here, with him.

Holy shit.