Dean woke up, feeling disoriented and fuzzy. He looks around, the environment so familiar, but also unfamiliar to him. It's an actual house... not a damn motel. Pictures on the wall display him, his dad, his mom... Sam and Jess. His parents were alive? That... that couldn't be. As he walks around, taking in all of this information, he sees a picture of you and him together. The two of you are kissing, with you holding up a shiny engagement ring on your finger.

That's when it hits him... this was all a dream. It's all in his head... everything that he wants most, his parents alive, for Sammy to be happy, and of course... you. You were his dream girl, he was just... too afraid to commit in the real world. All of this was the work of a djinn, and he prayed that he could find a way out, or that you and Sam would rescue him in the real world. He felt like a damn fool. He must be getting rusty letting a damn djinn overpower him like this. So now, he thinks of ways to get himself out of this dream.

That's when he saw you enter the room, gosh you looked so real. Hell, when you came up and touched his arm, you FELT so real.

"Dean baby, what's wrong," you say, or rather.. the dreamlike version of you.