Dean woke up one morning in bed at a random hotel room. “this cant be right” he wondered to himself.
Dean had made a deal which had sent hell hounds after him. He went to hell where he was tortured for months.
The last thing he remembered was being in hell. Now he was in a nice comfy bed. “where am I??” he says aloud, “aaughh” he cried as he accidently touch his shoulder. “why did that hurt??” he took off his shirt, reviling his tanned built body. He notices a handprint scarred on his shoulder. He had no idea why it was there but looking at it gave him a warm glow inside; it made him feel safe.
He began his day by taking a shower, hell had made him really dirty. In the shower he wondered about all he had missed when he was in hell, about all his loved ones, and about Castiel. Castiel, when dean started to think about him he cried a little; for he had been in love with him for a while now. He wondered what had happened to Castiel and if he was alright. He whimpered at the thought of Cas being hurt.
After the shower dean ate some pie that he found in the fridge. While eating all he could think about was how did he get there. He decided to go find a phone and call Sam. Sam didn’t answer so he tried bobby who cried when he found out dean was back (after a few tests of course c;) they did everything they could trying to figure out how.
Dean couldn’t stop wondering about the scar and why it made him smile.
After a couple of weeks dean got really worried. He missed cas and feared for him. Until one day when dean woke up in the middle of the night to someone in his hotel room… dean grabs his gun. “who are you??” just then the gun is thrown out of his hands and he is pushed on the bed.
