He looked around at his surroundings. The trees within a hundred yards lay flat on the ground. He looked over his shoulder at the hole in the ground. His grave. The wooden cross that Sam must have made. He looked around once more. "What the hell is going on?" He asked quietly. Very confused he decided to go look for answers. He walked down a road that looked, for the most part, abandoned. He took off his long sleeve shirt and tied it to his waist and kept walking until he saw a gas station that was also abandoned. He looked around and walked inside.
He noticed the electricity was still on so he walked to the refrigerator section, grabbed a bottle of water and downed the whole thing. He then grabbed as much food and water that could fit in a bag. When he walked behind the counter to the register, he opened it and took the money inside. Then the T.V. suddenly turned on. He slowly turned around and shut it off. The lights flickered. A dull buzzing noise grew louder until it was a ringing in his ears. He ran to the shelves and found some salt and immediately poured it on the window in the front door. The ringing had gotten so loud he dropped the salt and covered his ears. Then the windows started breaking and he hit the floor covering his face. Suddenly the ringing stopped and the lights went back to normal. He sat up slowly. "What the hell is going on?" He asked himself once more.
He found a payphone outside the gas station and used some of the change to call Sam. No answer. He put more change in and called Bobby. "Hey Bobby. It's me." He said when Bobby answered. "Who's me?" Bobby replied. He paused. "It's Dean" click. Bobby hung up the phone. Dean put more change in and called back. "Bobby…" He began. He really didn't know what to say. Apparently Bobby did. "I don't know who you are but you aren't Dean. Now stop calling." click. Dean stood there for a moment then hung up. He looked around and saw an old car sitting abandoned like everything else. He hotwired it and took off for bobby's house. There was a whole lot of nothing on the way to Bobby's house which gave Dean time to think. Out loud of course. "So one minute I'm in Hell and the next I'm alive in my own grave…this had sold soul written all over it. I just hope Sam…" He stopped himself. He didn't want to think about what he would do if Sam sold his soul to get him back. That is how Dean got in this mess. He sold his soul to get Sam back. He knew Sam would do the same.
When he got to Bobby's, he got out of the car and looked around. "Sight for sore eyes." He said smiling as he walked up to the front door. He looked around a little more before knocking. When Bobby answered, he smiled. "Hey Bobby." His smile still plastered on his face. Bobby looked very confused…and afraid. "Dean? It can't be…" Dean stepped in the familiar entry way when Bobby pulled a knife and slammed Dean against the wall. His eyes widened. "Bobby what the hell?" He pushed Bobby off him and wrestled the knife from his hand and backed up to the kitchen. "Your name is Robert Singer, you met my dad when your wife was possessed by a demon, and you're the closest thing to a father I've ever had." Bobby walked closer, slouching. Dean looked down at the knife. "If I wasn't me would I be able to do this?" He rolled up his sleeve. "Silver right?" he put the blade to his upper forearm and dragged it along his skin, cutting him. Causing him to bleed instantly. Bobby stood up straight. "Dean?" He asked, almost in tears. Dean took a few steps closer. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. It's me Bobby." He said half smiling. Bobby took a few steps towards him and hugged him. "It's good to see you boy!" He said choking back tears. Dean returned the hug. "Good to see you too Bobby." Bobby pushed away then doused Dean in holy water. Dean turned his head and spit the water from his mouth then turned back to Bobby. "I'm not a demon either Bobby." Bobby shrugged. "Had to check didn't I?"