When you sleepily awoke late at night to the sound of a deep growl and exasperated shouts emitting from down the hall, you pieced together that Sam had finally located Dean and brought him back home. Whether it was willingly or not, you didn’t know just yet.
He had been out searching for your boyfriend for the past week while he made you sit in the bunker in your lonesome, refusing to let you hunt alone or join him on his travels as he repeatedly told you that Dean was dangerous at the moment, as if you didn’t understand.
You sat up slowly, holding the warm duvet around your body tightly as you eyed the door, second-guessing whether this was another one of your reoccurring nightmares or reality. However, when Sam’s resentful and deep voice bellowed his brother’s name heatedly, you shoved the covers away from your frame and jumped up from your bed, nevertheless.
You jogged down the lonely hallway, any traces of sleep rapidly erased by the time you reached the dungeon and knocked on the door, your hesitancy clear. “Sam?” Your voice was hushed and seemingly small as you asked for the younger Winchester through the silence on both sides, “What’s going on?”
The sound of said door unlocking from the other side rang through your ears and you subconsciously held your breath, anxious for what you were about to witness. You expected to come face to face with the two arguing brothers, jumping down each other’s throats for what had happened previously.
And you expected to see your boyfriend of three years who you hadn’t seen since he been deprived of existence by Metatron, and you did. However, things were different. Your eyes instantly landed on Dean, who was heavily roped to a chair smack bang in the middle of a blood red devil’s trap and a cocky, sardonic smirk written on his lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from drawing in a sharp breath, your body freezing as you stared into his cold, desolate, void eyes.
“And here come’s the useless one, (Y/N)! Nice of you to join the party,” He let out a snarl, leaning forward in his seat as the harsh glare in his eyes bore into yours and you had to avert your teary ones away, your heart thumping tremendously loudly in your chest at the scene.