Dean was close to dying, again. The form of death he meets at the end of the light tunnel was nothing more than star dust, his new counterpart was a young woman, her form was said to be the beauty of death, at least by those she reaps. She was surprised when she got the feeling of Dean Winchester, the boy who death can't catch was close again, of a gunshot wound it seemed. When she walked into the room where Dean was, she saw him on his knees, holding his stomach. She walked in front of the man, gently holding his chin in her hand.

"Dean Winchester, are you prepared to die?" she says in a smoothly cold tone