Author's note: Ok, this was just going to be a one shot but I think I might take it further. We'll see where this goes...
This is what you remember in the end:
Christmas, 2008, and that face he made when he walked through the door and found your pathetic excuse for Christmas decorations... the too strong eggnog that made you the slightest but tipsy but you both finish it off anyway.
In the vision you have he's younger than the version of Dean that stands over you now, the lines in his face not as deep and his eyes the piercing green they should be. And when his fist connects with your face again, you try to hold on to that memory.
"Come back," you whisper, but blackness always wins.