Dean was in his room after coming back to the bunker with Sam and Castiel. Michael had just left his body with no reason. It was a good thing or so they though.

Michael's hurt so many innocent people when he was in control of Dean's body and Dean didn't remember any of it. All this time he felt like he was drowning.

Dean was furiously taking off the waist coat he was wearing and swearing under his breath. He was tired. Frustrated.

He heard a knock on his room's door.

"Door's open." He said, tossing the black waistcoat on his bed.