Dean was rolling his eyes even in spirit form, his arms crossed as he plops down on the opposite side of you and Sam, his green eyes staring at the soft features of your face for a moment.

"This ain't gonna work."

He scoffs, knowing neither of you could hear a damn word. You'd all been in a car accident and Dean was comatose, but conscious as a spirit as of right now.

"Dean, are you there?"

Sam asks, holding the wooden triangle on the board. Dean snorts, rolling his eyes and touching it, moving it surprisingly easy to the 'yes'.

"Whoa."

Dean murmurs, the smugness falling from his face as his eyes go directly to you. He could really talk to you. Sam and you both smile, looking at each other.

"Okay, okay, what's going on, how are you?"

Sam asks, waiting for Dean to move it. Dean moves the triangle again, spelling out the word 'hunt'.

"You're hunting?"

You frown, lips turning into a pout.

"What is it?"

Dean moves the marker again, spelling out 'reaper'. Your heart falls a little.

"Dean, is it after you?"

Sam murmurs, watching as the marker moves to 'yes' again. You sigh, biting your lip. Dean watches you, pouting just as much as you had been.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna be fine. I'll gank that sonofabitch if I gotta."

He says fiercely, knowing you can't hear. God, he wanted you to just smile. You looked so sad.

"Baby, look."

Dean smiles, moving the marker while Sam his still holding it. Sam perks up, looking at the letters.

"He spelled your name."

Sam murmurs to you and you sit back up taking over for Sam to hold the triangle.

"Yeah, Dean?"

Dean grins to himself, spelling out the next word. S - E - X - Y.