This wasn't right. Nothing about how he woke up was right. You right next to him, so pretty and quiet and loving. That wasn't you. You always had something snarky to say to him, especially when he was being a grumpy asshole after he first woke up. And damn did he love you for that. But this was strange. He'd woken up in a nice house. Nicer than he could ever dream to afford, let alone even be able to settle down with you. There were pictures all over the wall, of you marrying him, of what he assumed was your daughter. Dean swallows hard after seeing that particular picture, where you're in a hospital bed with him right next to you and a wrinkly little baby in your arms. This was great. Everything he ever wanted was to give you a normal, happy life. But it just wasn't you. This imitation of you lying asleep next to him in pristine lingerie wasn't the girl he was in love with. He had to get out of this weird djinn world, dammit. Eventually he does, though it was all a little fuzzy as to how now that he was back in reality, feeling like crap.

"Baby…we're gonna get married.."

Dean murmurs sleepily as you break him from his djinn-induced stupor.