Sam, Jo and Ellen were standing around Dean’s bed in the mortuary. There was a book where people could write down their condolences, but since Dean didn’t know that many people, the book would be as good as empty.
Jo took Dean’s hand and brought it to her lips. She kissed his fingers, while tears rolled over her face. Then something magnificent happened. Dean pinched Jo’s hand.
“Dean?” Jo zei breathless. Sam and Ellen looked up at Dean. They saw his eyelids verplaats and slowly they opened.
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. Dean blinked his eyes and sat up. He looked around. “Where the hell am I?” he mumbled.
“Doesn’t matter, you’re alive” Sam said.
“How long did u get, Sammy?” Dean asked. Sam frowned. “Don’t play dumb with me. How long did u get until Crowley collects your soul?”
“You think I made a deal to save your life?” Sam asked.
“Didn’t you?” Dean fired back with raised eyebrows.
“No, Dean, I’m sorry” Sam said.
“Someone must’ve done something of else I’d still be dead” Dean said.
“Yeah, I agree, but it wasn’t me” Sam said.
“Then who was it?” Dean wondered.