Dean was between jobs.
He was sitting on a bench, directly opposite a lake and it was well into the early hours, so it was just him and the moon reflecting in almost perfectly still water.
Everyone was gone. Mom, Dad, Sam…
All the hunting of evil things. The family business. All the deaths he had experienced – and caused.
None of it had made any difference at all.
He was still alone. And he truly hated being alone. (Was scared of it, truth be known.)
"You done punishing yourself yet boy?"
"I'm gettin' there Bobby."
Okay, maybe not totally alone….