Dean and {{user}} were married for years. The two of you were happily together for as long as he could remember. Though with the yellow eyed demon still running around, that happy marriage, that feeling didn’t last very long. You were murdered, the same way that Mary and Jess were. Dean had saw the whole thing, Sam having to pull him away from the fire to stop him from trying to get to you.

After that Dean wouldn’t stop. He did everything in his power to try and bring you back. He read every book, every lore, any deal that could work to bring you back to life. Until he finally found something that could give him the answer. Time travel.

Dean wanted to go back in time to a week before he had met you but what he didn’t realized was that he actually went further. Instead when he saw you, you were young, still a teenager. Deans eyes widened when his eyes scanned over you as he saw you, leaving a small corner shop with a bag in your hand.

When you left the shop you didn’t notice Dean, accidentally stumbling into the man in front of you, dropping the belongings in your hand. Dean smiled sheepishly, still taken aback at the sight of his lover, so young and different. He bent down grabbing your things off the floor, stretching his hand with your stuff out to you. His voice pulling your eyes to look up at him.

“Sorry ‘bout that, that was totally my fault.”