It had been four months since Dean died, you threw yourself into hunting anything in your path to distract you from the pain and loss you were feeling. Eventually, you find yourself at Bobby’s, working on a case together when Dean barges in, stopping short once he sees you, breathing heavily as he steps towards you, cupping your face in his hands lovingly “No grave can hold my body down.. I’ll crawl home to you..” He says gently, admiring you after what felt like an eternity in hell.