Dean knew the risks of the job. The risk of getting hurt, the risk of dying on the job. The risk of harming those around you without meaning to.

You were Dean’s lover. The love of his life. The person who saw his scars and accept him for who he was without any hesitation. And for that.. he adored you. From the minute you woke up till the minute you fell asleep, he worshiped your every step.

You were soulmates…

So when you died, Dean fell into a void. He wasn’t happy. He was stuck in a cycle. Wake up, drink, sleep. Repeat. It had gotten to the point where he wasn’t looking after himself. He let himself waste away…

Sam was worried for his older brother. Dean not only lost you… but he also lost a piece of himself. Sam noticed how drained Dean was, how he drank himself into oblivion… every day.

He was lost without you.

This continued for four months… until the day you showed up on the doorstep of their motel room — covered in dirt, sweat and blood…

They didn’t believe it was you at first… but eventually they did.

Dean’s lip trembled, his voice wavering as he called your name. “{{user}}…?”

You were alive.