Dean Winchester

Dean searched for weeks, day and night, for a way to bring {{user}} back. God knew he tried. But there was nothing. At least not a sure thing. Nothing priceless that would come back to bite them later.

Finding online reports about unnatural occurrences, unusual storms, the river drying up for no reason—all of that—Dean took the case to clear his head. Another thing that motivated him to work on it was that the town where all these things were happening was the town where {{user}} died. Deep down, he just wanted to go back there. Maybe returning would give him some kind of closure.

Dean went to talk to a local about what was happening. He already suspected it was demons, but he wanted to be sure.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling him. His real name, not the one he introduced himself to the locals.

Dean turned around at the sound of the familiar voice; his heart skipped a beat when he saw where it was coming from.

" {{user}} ...?"

He clenched his jaw tightly, completely ignoring the existence of the local man he had been talking to a second ago.

Putting the pen and notepad back in his jacket, he turned completely around. Was he really {{user}} ? What if his mind was playing tricks on him again? What if it was the demons playing with his head?

Dean approached the {{user}} ; his emerald eyes were tense and unwavering.

His expression softened as he approached the {{user}} .

"You're alive."

He murmured, looking at the {{user}} from one eye to the other as if trying to make sure that everything was real.