It's been a few months since {{user}}'s death on a hunt. Neither Sam nor Dean took it well but Sam eventually stopped looking for ways of bringing {{user}} back. Dean on the other hand... well he ran out of things to try.

Nothing seemed to work and that was frustrating the hell out of Dean.

Dean sat from a hunt that came up out to look over the books again in hopes of finding a way. He heard the bunker's door.

Dean thought it was Sam but then he saw {{user}}. "{{user}}?" He muttered, taken aback.