Dean:

BEEP BEEP BEEP the alarm screamed repeatedly. Dean rolled over, and turned it off. He got up, brushed his teeth, and looked in the mirror. Still skinnier than he had any right to be. He had bags under his eyes from sleep deprivation. He sighed, and ran his hands through his hair. Looking at the unkempt 5 o'clock shadow on his face. He got dressed, and went into the kitchen of his one bedroom apartment to make himself breakfast. As he cooked, he played classic rock, but now he didn't sing, or dance. He only listened to the music in silence as he fried his eggs. Save the dancing for work, he thought.

He got in his Impala, and drove to the Juvenile Detention Center. His boss Metatron, who ran the place, clapped Dean on the back as he walked into work.

"Hmm? Am I late?" Dean said, looking up from his coffee cup.

"No Deano! It's a special day!"

"Oh?" Dean said, unamused that his boss was this happy so early in the morning.

"Today marks your third year working here! You've helped so many kids in just three years! I can't imagine what we'd do without you!" Metatron said enthusiastically.

"Oh. Three years? Are you sure?" Dean asked, looking around like he'd just woken up from a trance. If he'd been working here for three years, that means it'd been one and a half years since …

"Yep! Three years! Anyway, go in there and change some angry little lives!" Metatron was still yelling for some reason Dean didn't quite understand.

Dean worked long hours now, having no reason to go home in time for dinner. He normally showed up at the Detention Center at 8am, and left at 9pm. He sat in his office, listening to the radio, and formulating the next week's lesson plan at around 8pm, Metatron knocked on the door.

"Come in," Dean called. Metatron's salt and pepper (but mostly salt) hair poked through the door.

"Dean you can go home, you know."

"Hmm? Oh," Dean looked up, and looked at the clock. "I've got to finish these lesson plans for next week, then I'll be heading out, I promise."

Metatron smiled sadly at him, "alright Dean. See you tomorrow."

"Uhuh. Bye," Dean called after him, turning on the radio. Ahead of Myself by the X Ambassadors came on, and Dean found himself more focused in the song than he was in his work.

Thought I was ready,

Ready for someone else but every time I get ahead of myself,

yeah every time I get ahead of myself.

He sighed at the radio.

"Me too buddy," He told it forlornly. How long did it take to fix a broken heart? Apparently, more than a year and a half. Dean's cellphone rang, and Dean looked down at it to see a familiar name on the caller ID.

"Crumpet?" Dean asked, confused.

"Deano! Good to see you haven't given up the nickname thing after three years."

"Nah, I couldn't quit on you crumpet."

Nigel sighed into the phone, "I'm sorry to call you so late Dean, but we are about to start a new season."

"Ah, is it that time already?"

"Alas, it is. We were wondering if you would come back and All Star for us, I know you said no last time, but it's been a few years . . . have you changed your mind?"

Dean looked around his office, scattered papers, white walls, a clock that told him it was 8:30pm and he had nothing to live for anymore.

"Sure. Why not."

"Excellent!" Nigel said, sounding genuinely surprised. "I'll have my people send a plane ticket to your people, you leave next week!"

"Okay. . . uh, Nigel?" Dean asked.

"Yes?"

"I don't exactly have . . . people?" Dean told him.

"Oh oh that's right, sorry I got you confused with uh . . . right. I'll send the plane ticket to you shortly," Nigel said, sounding flustered.

"Sounds good, crumpet. See you next week."

"See you then, Deano."

Dean hung up the phone, and stared at the wall. Nigel got him confused with Castiel. Cas, who had to have "people" because he was such a famous dancer these days, he couldn't handle answering his own phone half the time, he was too busy.

Dean stood up and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, and picked up his phone, after a few rings, he finally answered.

"What's up?" Cole asked.

"Hey man, I could use a drink, you down?"

"Always." Cole said.