You hopped up the stairs of the hotel you were staying in, a cake in your hands as you him to yourself.

It was your birthday today, so you and your best friend Sam had decided to spend the day together. Although you had the task of buying your own cake.

It had been five month since Dean had been killed and gone to hell, and it had taken a toll on you, but hey, you were getting over it.

“I’m back—“ you him as you walk into the hotel room, but instead of seeing Sam, you see dean.