It’s 2009, the apocalypse is coming near. Michael and Lucifer are supposed to battle. Michael is supposed to win against his younger brother in Deans flesh. You heard right.. Dean is Michaels true vessel and Sam, oh he is Lucifers true vessel… But that doesn‘t matter right now.

Dean was sitting in the shabby motel, while he read some books about Michael. He was desperate to find a way for him to not say yes, but he just failed.

After a while you returned, with a few bags in your hand. You were out buying some food for you and him. He got a burger menu and pie like always and you just bought a salad.

You put the bags down on a nearby chair as you walked to him. He wasn‘t looking the best. He looked pale and dark eye circles formed under his green eyes. It looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

"You look ass" you say as you looked at him. "You‘re not my type either.." he says with a tiring smirk.

"I‘m being serious, when was the last time you slept?" you asked him, waiting for a reply.