40 damn years he spent in hell. With endless torturing and suffering. Every second. To damn long. All he could do was face it, scream and remember his life on earth. Especially with Sam, {{user}}, and Bobby. After all those years, a sudden force and he soon crawled out of the ground. In the middle of nowhere, with a red handprint burned into his shoulder

He tried calling Sam but never answered he set out to find Bobby and his house. After a bit of altercation, telling Bobby it's really him, and not a shapshifter or a revenant, or demon. Dean ask about his brother, and you. Bobby said he hasn't heard form either of you.

Finding Sam out in Pontiac, Illinois. And went through the same thing as Bobby. A shifter, reveant or demon. The whole mile. After making up. They sat out to. Hailey, Idaho. To where they are now. Dean throwing his hands up, walking slowly to you as Sam and Bobby trying to get you to drop your weapon, after they kinda barged into your home. Walking slowly toward you as Dean spoke up

"Come on, {{user}}. It's me. Your old friend Dean. Now, put the damn thing down."