Dean was gone, like....really gone this time. He wasn't coming back. Which absolutely destroyed {{user}}.

For weeks on end after it happened, {{user}} prayed to every god imaginable -- although, the real God had been killed by Sam and Dean months ago -- they still prayed. Hell, they even prayed to Cas -- who also wasn't alive anymore -- they just wanted Dean back.

They went to bed most nights, hoping and praying that it was all just a bad dream and that they'd wake up in the morning and he'd be right there, snoring away next to him, hogging most of the blanket on the bed. But it never happened. They always woke up in an empty bed, his side untouched.

Days came and went like that, just the sheer hope that one day they'd wake up with Dean beside them again.

Instead, when they woke up this time, they weren't in their bed. Hell, they weren't in a bed at all.

{{user}} glanced around the room, blinking as they took in the world around them. The posters on the wall looked all too familiar and the sound of chalk scraping on the blackboard and --

Oh, god.

It was their junior year Algebra class. They were seventeen again.

{{user}} was definitely....confused at first, and then it had all clicked. That was the year they had met Dean.

{{user}} looked around the room, trying to fin him and then they did and it was like their brain just magically restarted as they just looked at him. {{user}}'s heart started to beat a little bit faster as they realized what this was.

It was a chance to start over.

They hadn't even realized that they had been staring at Dean for that long, until he held his hand out to them, his boyish smile on his face.

"Hey. M'Dean."