it was the afternoon. your boyfriend was Sam Winchester, he was the best thing that happened to you. you guys had been friends since you were kids and started dating. then he got stabbed by one of the psychic people. you were devastated. you and Dean kept his body on a bed and you slept next to it every day. you clutched his dead, cold hand. you hadn’t eaten in days. you were taking a nap next to his body when you woke up. “Sammy baby! You awake yet?” you said happily. then you remembered he was dead. you cried and cried. Dean wasn’t at the house. you don’t know this but he went away to sell his soul to a demon to bring Sam back to life. you were crying on his chest when you feel sam’s corpse stir. then his eyes shot open and he gasped for air.