I opened my eyes to see I was back in my bed, I jolted up and grabbed my clothes, that were on the exact same place on the floor as before. Hastily trying to get dressed, I heard a small groan, I looked over at my bed to see Y/n, sprawled out in a mess of blankets. She looks up to see me and she rubs her eye.

"Baby, come back to bed." She pleaded, voice groggy from sleep.

"What the fuck is going on?" I muttered.

"What did you say?" Y/n asked, somewhat dragging her body out of bed. And over to a half dressed me. She trailed her fingers over my chest and I became calm under her touch. The only thing stopping her from touching my skin, was a thin shirt and flannel. I wanted so badly for it to be thinner and thinner so It wasn't there at all.

"Bad dream? You've been having a lot lately." She asked.

I shook my head, I waned to stay with her in this twisted nightmare. I felt safe under her intoxicating touch.

Though in the very pit of my stomach, I knew it was wrong. I had a sickening feeling that Gabriel was behind this. Even if he was dead, people seemed to be coming back for no reason, or explanation of why.

"I can make you forget about it~" She purred, she wrapped her arms around my neck and ran a hand through my hair, tugging at it. I bit my lip to hold back noise. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to focus on something else other than this.
She noticed and tugged a little harder, kissing at my neck. I put a fist into her hair and tugged her back, away from my neck. I had more important things to do. That will be the first and last time I will ever say that.

"I can't." I gasped, as she didn't take my warning very seriously as she continued to tug. I didn't even know I was into this, but then again, pink...you get the point.

"Honey, you've been stressed for weeks, I can feel the tightness in your arms and shoulders whenever I touch you." She answered worryingly, releasing my hair and sitting back into the bed. Worry and fear reaching across her beautiful face. I sat down next to her and held her hands tightly, she faced me with a sad smile on her face.

"Are we still married?" I asked. Y/n blinked a few times before she answered.

"Well of course we are, you made me so happy over the last 3 years..I don't want to let that go. Why, what is it?" She fired out questions, I could tell she was on the brink of tears. I cupped her face and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, no lust involved, just..peace.

I pulled back and rested my forehead on hers, still being able to feel her hot breath on mine. "Nothing is wrong, I just..." I trailed off.

Don't tell her the truth. A voice in me demanded.

But I love her. Another voice admitted.

I don't care, she can't know the truth. I was conflicted on what to do, but I decided, this was for the best. Play my roll.

"I just can't believe that such an amazing girl, fell for someone as bad as me." I finished.

She leaned forward and placed a chased kiss on my forehead.

"You're not bad, even with the mark." The placed her hand over where the mark used to be.

I took rolled up the sleeve on my flannel hastily and I was horrified.

The mark...was still there.

"Hey, its alright, we'll find a cure." She reassured.

"Where's Sam?" I asked panicked, I knew Sam would think I'm crazy but I needed to talk to him.

I looked into Y/n's eyes, they went sad as soon as I mentioned Sam. I didn't understand why. She placed her hand overtop of mine.

"Dean, he's been dead for a year." She spoke softly.

My whole world came crashing down on me, what had happened and why could I not remember any of this fever dream?

"Where's Cas?" I asked quickly, he'd help me.

"Who's Cas?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

My patience and sanity as wearing thin. "You know, Cas. Castiel. Trench coat.. sensible shoes.."

Nothing.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair angrily. "The angel." I grumbled.

"Oh, him? You used to be friends with him, but when Sam died you told him to leave and he never came back." She explained.

"He can't now anyway." She whispered, hoping I wouldn't hear.

"Why can't he?" I demanded.

"He went off to try and find a cure for your mark, Cain stopped him and...he.." She trailed off, looking everywhere in the room but at me.

"Killed him." I answered bluntly. I knew the answer, and whatever fucked up world this is..I've noticed that everyone is either dead or coming back from the dead.

I stood up and walked out without another word.

I walked outside, looking at the world around me, if this wasn't your life you wouldn't notice a thing wrong with it. But the whole world was put on its head, spinning the wrong way and people thought this was normal. Everyone except me.

"Alright you son of a bitch!" I yelled out into the never ending sky above me. "Let's finish this game!"

Nothing but the faint breeze.

"I know it's you Gabriel, show yourself!"

I waited for what seemed like years until I felt someone was looking at me.

It was Y/n, walking up to me, worry racking her face and stance.

"What is going on with you?" She asked.

I ignored her and looked back up t the sky. "Answer me, damn it!" I yelled out. I felt Y/n hand loosely slide into mine.

"Dean, you're scaring me." Her voice cracked.

I looked back at her, this wasn't real. I knew that now. She wasn't real, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt her. So I settled for grasping both of we shoulders and staring into her fear struck eyes.

"This isn't you. Y/n wouldn't act this way." I muttered.

I let go of her shoulders. "And she sure as hell wouldn't let me tie her down like this."

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"She wouldn't get married to me, not after all of what has happened."

Her face went dark, but a hint of humour behind it.

"You're not real." I finished.

She turned around, when she faced me..it wasn't her.

Gabriel..

"Hey Dean-o! I gotta say, you're a hell of a lot smarter than I gave you credit for." He smirked, grabbing a small sucker from his back pocket.

I grabbed his jacket and pulled him close to me, anger seeped though every part of my body.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled.

"Relax skeletor, this isn't really me anyway." Gabriel lightly laughed.

"Then who are you?" I asked.

"I'm you. Well, not 'you' but close enough." He explained. But I didn't get it, maybe Sam would but...no, he's lying.

"Stop talking shit, Gabriel. You're the only one with this twisted, sick sense of humour. You like seeing me miserable?"

"First, you want answers, I suggest you let go of me, or I'll just leave you here." He threatened. I let go roughly, slightly pushing him in the process.

"Now, as I was saying. I'm not Gabriel, your mind just sees me as what you want me to be."

"Explain." I demanded.

"Wow, you're nothing like Samsquatch."

"Now." I grabbed the angel blade from the back part of my jeans.

"Hey hey, no need for violence." He put his hands up to his chest in dramatic surrender. "What I'm saying is you're trapped in your mind right now. Meaning I look like anyone you want me to. But really it's just you, talking to you."

I paused, was that really what was happening here? If so, what caused me to be like this.

"What caused this was you were hunting a Djinn, and it put you under a coma."

"If that's what happened, then why do I know about it?" I asked, part of this still made no sense.

"If I was captured by a Djinn again, wouldn't I have the same dark desire?" I questioned, not able to keep the skepticism out of my tone.

"Not when you realized that wasn't what you truly wanted, it's weird really..with you, your desire changes constantly. Which would be why you're waking up in all these different worlds, when you are told to wake up."

I took a step back, did I really want this to happen? Have a world where everyone but Y/n is dead?

"Yes, part of you does want that." Gabriel explained. "But also part of you has some more twisted fantasies with her. But I can't tell you what they are."

"But then...how do I get out?" I asked, needing out of this as soon as possible.

"The same as heaven, find the end."

With that, Gabriel snapped his fingers and he was gone. The world twisted around and I was found in an office, sitting at a desk.

I looked down and saw that I was in a charcoal grey suit, with a light grey tie. I heard a knock at the door and a girl walked in and stood meekly at the front of the desk. I looked up at her as she nodded to me.

"What would you like for coffee today, Sir?" She asked.

"Uh, black." I replied a little too quickly, the girl nodded and walked out of the room, poking her head out and looked back at me.

"By the way, Y/n L/n is here to interview you."

"Y/n?" I asked.

"Yes Sir, she's from the local college, she's a journalist and you agreed to let her interview you for the paper." I smirked, but this seemed a little familiar. Like a movie I've heard of.

"Alright, send her in." I replied bluntly, the girl nodded and left.

I saw Y/n stumble into the office, tripping at the door and falling. I got up from the desk and walked over to her, offering to help her up, she denied.

"Great first impressions." I smirked.

"I'm sorry, Sir." She muttered.

Sudden realization hit me, I knew where I was, and I wasn't too thrilled on it.

"Mr. Winchester, Are you alright?"

I froze.

I guess Y/n is my own personal Anastasia Steel