A/N: *manifests in Dabb's living room and reads this to him while sobbing*
Almost perfect, Dean mused. Almost.
He stared out at the river, the mountains, listened to the pure sounds of nature. He wondered how he'd gotten this, how he'd been allowed to even be here. He knew what Bobby had said, but… he didn't believe it yet. He didn't feel it. How could he?
He wasn't here.
Still, this was almost right, so close to it that Dean could do nothing but smile.
A fluttering sounded beside him. His stomach dropped to his feet, and the blood in his heart and veins stilled. He didn't breathe, lungs aching, pounding. Everything in him hoped, and swelled.
He knew, he knew…
"Hello, Dean."
Dean smiled.
Perfect.