I do not own any characters or concepts of the tv show 'Supernatural'. I do, however, own Mina, Seth, and any other character not already in the show.

This picks up after the Season 3 finale. Castiel still brought Dean back from Hell, but there is no coming Apocalypse. He was brought back for a different reason.

Chapter 1

The sun was just starting to break over the rolling ocean, giving it a pink and orange hue. He stood there, on the beach, the waves lightly lapping at his bare feet. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his old jeans, shoulders slumped in his green jacket. Apprehension and anxiousness flittering through out his body.

She was coming, like she did ever night. He could feel her getting closer and closer to him with each passing second.

There came a slight sigh on the wind as it breezed behind him. "Dean," it seemed to whisper.

He turned in the direction of it, and there she was. Hair just a little darker than it used to be, and now with a slight curl to it. Her eyes, on the other hand, were the same blue. That beautiful shade of blue that he had failed to see in anyone else, save his son.

Her face, just as angelic as he remembered, her willowy lips curved in a happy smile. Her body still as perfectly curved and inviting as he recalled. Looking ever more perfect in the white, flowing, off the shoulder dress that was swaying slightly in the ocean breeze.

"Mina," came his reply.

It had been around four years since that night on the roof. The night she sacrificed herself, and he lost it all. He'd been living with these dreams for around six months, they started a week after his return from Hell.

Dean stared at his long dead wife, wishing, as he always did, that this was real.

"Why this place?" He asked, following her movement to the water's edge. They had never been to the beach together before.

"It is peaceful." She stated simply.

He looked at her once more and sighed heavily before looking away, guilt and regret filling him. "This has to stop, Mina. We can't keep doing this."

She turned to him, looking at him with curiosity. "Do you want me to stop coming, Dean?" she asked.

Their eyes met again, and he paused before turning away to answer. "I'm moving on. Seth is getting so big and Deb is doing her best to help me out and..." He took a much needed breath from his rambling. "And I'm seeing someone now."

Mina took a step closer to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, forcing him to look at her. "You didn't answer my question. Do you want me to stop coming?" she asked again.

He held his breath, trying in vain to keep himself strong.

"No," he half sobbed. Dean turned his body to face her. "I still need you."

Mina smiled somberly and extended her hand to him.

"Then come and dance with me. And let things be as they should be, for a time."

He went to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she slid her's over his shoulders.

"Mina." He whispered into her hair.

Amy lay awake, staring at the man sleeping so peacefully next to her. It seemed that in his sleep was the only time Dean was at peace. It would of been something any girlfriend would of loved.

Except Amy knew his peaceful sleep was no thanks to her, and that she was not the one in his dreams.

"Mina." Dean mumbled in his sleep. Causing her to roll her eyes and turn away.

Amy and Dean had been together for about three months now. She came from a hunter family, so she was privy to his return from the dead. She thought their relationship was evolving into something more stable when he had moved in with her a month into the relationship.

But then she had met his "family". Debbie, Dean's dead wife's cousin, treated her either like she was a child or invisible, depending on the day. His brother, Sam, treated her as if she was a home wreaking whore. To Bobby, the man like a father to Dean, she was just a passing fling. Dean's son, Seth, seemed to look right through her. And the newest member of this little family, Castiel, the angel who brought Dean back from Hell, regarded her like she was nothing more than a piece of dog filth clinging to the bottom of his shoe.

Dean was the only one who had treated her like she was there. And that had changed when his son turned five almost a month ago.

His aunt, Debbie, had given him a photo album, full of pictures of his dead mother. He carried that thing around ever where. And, being five, he asked a billion questions about her every day.

And that had caused Dean to think more and more about her.

When were they all going to realize that she was his future, and that rotting carcass in the ground was his past?

Short first chapter, but I just wanted to get it started. Tell me what you think, please. And I've got a bunch of family coming in about two days, so I wouldn't hold your breath for an update until sometime after that.

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