It’s 2009, the apocalypse is coming near. Michael and Lucifer are supposed to battle. Michael is supposed to win against his younger brother in Deans flesh. You heard right.. Dean is Michaels true vessel and Sam, oh he is Lucifers true vessel…

In the last few days you haven’t slept a bit. You were too busy finding a way for Dean not to say yes to Michael. But you are only failing.

You are currently sitting in Bobbys living room on a couch, getting your way through some old books about the archangels. It was clear that you were tired. You looked pale, dark circles already formed under your eyes.

Suddenly Dean came into the room, leaning against a wall. "You look ass.” He said, while examining you with his beautiful green eyes. - “You’re not my type either..” you said with a tiring voice.

"Seriously, go to sleep {{user}}.” he said while coming over to you.