Try to save my soul tonight. Oh, it's nobody's fault but mine...Devil he told me to roll, Devil he told me to roll roll roll roll, How to roll the log tonight...Nobody's fault but mine!

Dean was laying to one side of his bed, the other side bare. He had his earphones adjusted on either side of his head, his ankles crossed, and his arms tucked under his head as he stretched out on his back. He fiddled with a wedding ring between his fingers, feeling the cold metal brush against the back of his neck - carding through the hair.

She couldn't get over how that is the same Dean who used to sleep with a knife or a gun under his pillow…who used to wake up at the slightest sound anywhere…who was ready for and was afraid of being freaking murdered in his sleep! The very same Dean! Give him a house he can call home…where he feels safe…and he sleeps with headphones and music BLARING in his ears and he can't hear a thing!

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She saw how he was set up on the bed. His pillow is normally in the center. But now? Off to one side, as if there should be another pillow beside him. As if there should be someone sharing his bed and his life with him. Someone who was absent.

"Dean?" She said in a whisper, shifting her eyes toward the lights that flickered as soon as his name rolled off her tongue - a sweet aftertaste. "Baby."

A fierce line of concentration was etched between Dean's eyebrows, and when he opened his eyes she had to brace herself against his wild sense of danger that seemingly pierced through her soul. She stepped forward, crawling on her hands and knees on the bed toward him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and brushing back the headphones from over his ears.

"Baby," She cooed his forest green eyes open to look at her rather than through her. A smile spread across her face when he snapped up at the sight of her there...right in front of him. The ring that he was fiddling with falling in her lap at the force he used to get up to wrap himself up in her arms, clinging on to her body with a desperate, skin-biting vigor. "Don't worry, baby," Her words warmed his aching bones, her fingers carding through his short hair while kissing his ear and his neck and his head.

She wanted to kiss every inch of him.

"I've missed you." Dean's voice was ragged as he breathed into the crook of her neck, easing her back so he leaned over her, looming and searching for skin to reclaim as his own. "God!" He growled and leaned his forehead on her chest, molding himself against her. "I've missed you so much."

"Dean?" She leaned up to take his face between her hands, rubbing his lower lips with her thumb and furrowing her eyebrows at how he'd changed in the months since she died. "Oh, baby - what happened to you?"

"You."

She tilted her head in confusion, sitting up, insisting for him to elaborate on his answer.

"I didn't - " The hunter's voice faltered as he sat up on his knees between her body. "I didn't know what love was before I met you. I went my entire life without knowing and I was okay with that. I didn't know how much I needed you. Then you came along and...and you were gone just as fast. I trusted myself to love you and to keep you safe and you were gone just like that." Tears started up in his eyes. "I never wanted to see them take you away from me!"