Unexpected turns

Sam died. Like a hero, of course. He finished the last trial, and cured Crowley, the king of Hell, closing the gates of Hell forever, banishing all demons of the face of the earth. And that cost his life.

Dean spend almost all his time in the Men of Letters-bunker, mostly just drinking, sitting around and sometimes going outside hunting. He was pissed off. Sam still died, after everything that they went through: Yellow-eyes, wendigoes, Lucifer, the Apocalypse, the leviathans and countless other supernatural bullshit. Sam still died.

And Dean was now completely alone. Bobby and Benny were dead, Kevin "quit" being a prophet and Castiel helps fixing heaven with Naomi. An angel called Metatron tried to make all the angels fall, but he was killed by Castiel before he could do it. The angel-fractions were now working on their original mission: protecting God's most important creations, the humans.

But Dean gave a shit about the angels, all he wanted Sam back. Castiel had dropped by once and told him that Sam ended up heaven, but that made Dean just angry, since Sam was so close to the winged dicks. He threw something at Castiel and started to swear at him. After that the angle came not back. And Dean continued drinking, hunting or doing nothing.

One night Dean returned from a hunt, a vetala in a small town, nothing serious. He entered the bunker, drank something and went into his room. He opened the door and saw someone on his bed. Dean pulled his gun immediately out. He came closer.

Dean looked at the person and identified her immediately. Am I that drunk? wondered the hunter, while looking at the person on the bed. Could it really be her? How?

Bela Talbot was lying on his bed, sleeping, but alive.