You'd thought he was dead. Thought he was gone. You and Dean had been searching for months after he went missing during a hunt.

Dean didn't want to acknowledge the possibility that his little brother was dead. But you? You were at the point of grief and regret. You wished you had told him you loved him. Wished the words had come out of your mouth. But you had been too scared to confess your love.

You were mourning a lost love.

But, one night, as Dean was at the bar, you were back at the motel, doing research to keep you busy when a knock came from the door...