Dean blinked a couple of times. Taking in his surroundings. Two questions lingered in his mind. 1) He could have sworn he heard Crowley mumble something so where is Crowley now? 2) Why is everything in the room tinted red. And 3) most unexpectedly what was that wolf howl that escaped Deans lips.

What the hell is going on. Or more specifically a day in the life of Dean Winchester.

Dean arose from the bed. Taking a few deep breaths in the hope that he is calming his mind.

(Dean singing: In the tune of 'Hungry Like The Wolf')

I just woke up and I'm outta luck,

Where the hell is Crowley, man this sucks.

The life of de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de demon Dean.

Woah where did that come from, is what I said true.

Can someone get me the hell out of this room.

In the life of de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de-de demon Dean.

OK. RIGHT NOW. I'M CREEPING MYSELF OUT.

What. Is. Going. On.

What is that sound? Why is no one else around?

Please help me someone!

Dean fell backwards, his head resting on the cold white pillow. He closed his eyes once more. Maybe it is all a dream.

'You called?' a soft voice uttered.

Dean opened his eyes. Although blurry at first he could make out a face. A beautiful feminine face. Sharp cheekbones, luscious red lips. A face with dead black eyes.

'Woah woah woah personal space.' Was all he could manage despite him having a mini heart attack. Dean shielding his face with the white pillow hoping this nightmare will all go away. A few seconds later Dean removes the pillow from his face. But the face still remains. This time with an expression of empathy.

'Shh its okay' the woman smiles. Dean feels increasingly uncomfortable as the dull black eyes are smiling too.

'Whats going on? Who are you? How did you get here?' Dean demanded spooking the woman as he abruptly got to his feet. Despite the woman being on the opposite side of the slim white bed, he could clearly tell she was shorter than him. She looked so familiar.

'Ruby' he uttered finally whilst she brushed the imaginary dust off her tight-fitting black dress.

'Not even a Hi or a Thankyou? You haven't changed a bit Dean boy' she said with a hint of sarcasm. Ruby turned a heel to sit on the edge of the bed. Alarmed that this Ruby person might leave in an instant Dean instantly reached across the bed and gripped her arm a little too tightly.

'WHAT THE HELL' she yelped in pain.

'EXACTLY WHAT I SAID YOU BI-'

'you bitch?' she finished with a frown on her face.

'I-'

'OK. Firstly that is no way to treat a lady, dumbass' she explained in a matter of factly tone.

'And secondly.' Ruby crawled onto the middle of bed.

'Shouldn't you be with Sa-'

Ruby stopped herself as soon as she noticed Deans quizzical face.

'Oh. Dear. Dog. No.' She whispered, her face sinking into her hands.

Dean awkwardly headed toward Ruby, seating himself next to her.

'There, there...' He began, at least he had some sanity he thought whilst patting Rubys back comfortingly.

'I will tell you everything I know' Ruby finally uttering in what felt like minutes.