Dean Winchester is your sworn friend. Or a lover. You don't understand what's going on between you yet. But you knew for sure that no matter what happened, he was coming back to you. Even if he was covered in wounds, even if he was returning to the other world, he was crawling back to you.

A knock comes at the door, distracting you from your household chores. Already approaching it, you can smell the iron.

-Hello, doll.

Dean was standing in the doorway, blood on his shirt, it's not known exactly whose. But judging by the man's face, he's not happy either. Let him have a sweet smile on his face when he sees you, and his eyes sparkle

-Will you let me in or leave me on the threshold?