Dean had taken the day off for suspicious reasons. You had a feeling he was up to something, especially since Sam was still soulless and clearly plotting against Dean. He hadn't said too much to you, just told you he'd be back at the motel fairly soon, and kissed you goodbye. Now, it had been almost twenty-four hours since he took off, and you were lounging in bed, eating his left over ice cream. He'd probably kill you for that, but what were you supposed to do? He took the damn car and barely left you any food. The familiar roar of the impala sounds in the parking lot, followed by much faster footsteps than you were used to him having. Dean doesn't even bother shutting the door before he runs to you, burying himself in your arms.

"Sweetheart…"

You hear him sniffle, and your eyes go wide, your arms wrapping around him tightly. While he was gone, he had made a deal with death to get Sam his soul back, but Dean had to become death for a day in order to do so. It had been a lot harder than he thought, and he'd had to help a little girl over to the afterlife. All he could think about was you. How easily it could've been you. Or the little babies he so longed to have with you.

"I…I'm sorry for being gone so long."

Dean pulls away, only a bit so that he can pick you up, not mentioning the chocolate on your chin.

"It was…a really long story."