Dean Winchester is a simple man. He likes meat. He loves his car. He has a timbre to his voice that could rival batman. He is a man's man, giving in to no one and nothing.
So why the hell is he here?
He stood in front of the large double doors, waiting for his entrance. Looking down at his outfit, he had to admit he did look rather nice. Was it what he would've chosen to wear? No. Was it comfortable? Absolutely not! But one thing's for sure, it hugged him in all the right places. His suit was hemmed to perfection, and not a thread was out of place. And he was wearing a bow tie, of all things. The color of which he had been assured made his eyes pop.
Why was this taking so long? He'd been waiting for ten minutes. He scratched his head in frustration, immediately followed by the panicked flattening of his hair, which had been slicked back for the occasion. Of course, it was at this time that the doors slowly started to open.
He could run. He didn't have to go through with this, he could bolt right here, and never look back. He had time.
Actually no, he could never do that.
Cause when those doors opened, and Dean looked across the aisle, there was no doubt in his mind. This is where he was always meant to be.
And he started walking.