Bella had been dead for almost three years.

It had been hard to adjust to life without his younger sibling (only by a year). They were only a a year younger then him, but growing up without a mother and a shitty father, it meant that {{user}} had leant heavily on Dean. He had loved them to pieces — he had always taken care of {{user}} and Sam, she were the best damn hunter he knew. Even Bobby, a family friend, haven’t taken her death well.

And then they had died.

Dean was twenty five at the time, and now where he was 28, it still hurt just as much. It still stung. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t miss his sibling.

The hunt that they had died on was just… god it was horrible. He, Sam, Bobby, and Bella had been outnumbered by vampires, and he’d just had to watch as one of them slit Bella’s throat. He felt nauseous whenever he thought about it, the blood, carrying their body back to the car, burning it. And then he’d had to settle into the position of the elder sibling. The position that should’ve never belonged to him.

And.. well. Bella’s time in hell wasn’t exactly easy. She had missed her brothers just as much as they did.. time was different in hell, though. 3 years in the human world was 60 years in hell. The worst years of her life at that.. until something had dragged her out of hell.. (later they would find out it was an angel named Castiel who did.)

So when one day, he was stumbling through the woods, trying to find his way back to the road so he could go back to the motel, and find Sam, he didn’t really take the time to think about the voice calling for help, scared and needing assistance. Of course he didn’t think, he just ran in their direction to try and aid whoever the poor person was.

It wasn’t until he broke through the trees and was stood in front of them that his heart fell into his stomach and he froze because-

It was Bella. Bella was back.

They looked young, like they did when they had died — and though they were his older sibling, now he looked so much older than them.

But Dean didn’t care. It was them.

“Bella?” He choked out, hesitant to step forwards. They looked disoriented and scared — did they even know what was going on?