after dean got out of hell he stopped by to see you—his girlfriend.

“hey whoa whoa whoa- wait baby wait” he pleaded trying to dodge your knife’s you were throwing in his direction.

once you were all out of knives “it’s me, i promise” dean scoffed as you pulled out your gun “wait whoa—okay look..” he held his hands up before drenching himself in holy water then making a surface cut on his forearm with a pure sliver knife.

“see baby, it’s me”