Dying was inevitable.

You were one of the few that had accepted your time was up, even when it came short.

But Dean? Dean couldn’t accept his own fate… or yours. Hell— he’d go through the depths of hell himself to bring you back.

And that’s what he did. He sold his soul to bring you back. Why?

You had no idea— but you weren’t impressed. So that’s what lead you to this, arguing in the middle of a motel carpark, in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain.