He didn't know his fleeting welcome from death would be so... fleeting. And temporary.

He was sure that when the monitor had gone flat, he was done. That was it. The end before the beginning even came. He had met you in the veil... this... beautiful woman. A reaper.

But before he could even say anything, he was pulled back. He was alive. His heart was beating. He would continue living. But for some damn reason... his thoughts went straight to you.

As he went back to hunting with his little brother, and the months passed, your pale face and dark hair kept re-entering his mind unwelcome. He didn't know why. He just... couldn't stop thinking about you. He convinced himself it was because of his father's recent death. That death in general had just been on his mind. but he knew there was more to it than that.

And one day, as Sam was out getting lunch for the two of them, Dean was sitting alone in some dusty old motel room, sharpening a knife when the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up... and he knew that you were behind him...