It was… well, it was unexplainable.

{{user}} didn’t even know what they had seen when they finally got back home, all shaky and panicked. They and Dean lived in an ordinary neighbourhood, with ordinary people who had ordinary jobs and did ordinary things. Sure, recently there had been some odd deaths in the news, more people missing than usual, but they had enough trust in the local police force that it’d get sorted out. But the only way to describe what they had seen that day was to call it… supernatural. They were freaked out by what they had seen, but they didn’t even know how they’d begin to explain it to Dean. Surely he’d think they were crazy…

Dean had been living with {{user}} for well over a year at that point, and life was good. He was finally out of the hunting gig, finally happy with who he could confidently say was the love of his life. Sure, maybe he hadn’t come completely clean about his past yet, but he was happy.

He was already home when he heard the front door slam, and he got up to greet his partner at the door like usual, but he stopped in the doorway at the sight of them. Whatever it was, they were freaked about something. “Hey…” he as frowning a little as he approached, offering an arm out for some comfort. They clearly needed it. “You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”