deans sitting on the motel couch, occupying with a drink- something he did a lot lately. these past four months had been hell for dean, he didn’t even want to imagine what you were going through.

there’s a knock on the motel door, sam opening it. when dean didn’t hear anything he got up, turning the corner and freezing as he saw you there with bobby.

dean doesn’t believe it and tries to get to you, having the same reaction bobby first had. sam held him back as bobby worked to convince him it was really you, and dean almost broke down when he was finally convinced.

“oh, baby” dean says, voice barely coherent as he breaks free from sam and engulfs you in a hug, cradling the back of your head to his chest.