Dean had gone into a coma after the car accident planned by the demons of Azazel.

He was dying but he didn't want to go. Not now. Not like this.

{{user}} was the reaper who came for him, or perhaps what form the reaper was taking to make him give in and come easier.

"No." Dean shook his head. "I ain't coming." He scoffed.

"Sam's out there and Dad's one step away from leavin' again to get the son of a bitch Azazel and I ain't gonna just die and let it all go to friggin' hell." Dean muttered sternly.