Dean's POV (It's going to stay this way from now on, so have fun with that. I have evil plans for this)

I felt a rough hand grasp my shoulder and shake me, I slowly opened my eyes and looked up to see Sam, yelling at me to wake up. I sat up and looked at him worried, confused and dazed from sleep.

"What's wrong?" I asked, voice groggy.

"Bobby's here." Sam replied, pulling on my arm slightly.

I got out of bed and was planing on just running to the library, but after a few seconds..I realized that Sam was screwing around.

"Uh Sammy, I think you got a few screws loose." I snarked.

"No...I'm not. Just go to the library."

I rolled my eyes, and waved Sam out of my room.

"Sure, yeah Sam. I'll do that."

I walked to a small bag in my room, as a hunter you didn't need to have much clothes. I wasn't planing on making a fashion statement anytime soon.

I grabbed a pair of jeans, and a red and black flannel, I got out of my sweatpants, seeing as they were the only clothing I had on at the moment. I pulled a black t-shirt over my head, attempted to put on jeans then grabbed my flannel from the bed.

I walked to the library slowly, it wasn't like Sam to joke around like this, not about Bobby. But about two steps away from the entrance to the room, I heard Sam taking to someone. Him. But it couldn't be. I took a deep breath and stepped in.

I saw Sam, smiling more than I've seen in a long time.

I saw Bobby, sitting at one of the tables, smiling up at Sam. He was here. Really and truly here. I paused. He stood up from the table.

"Long time no see, Dean." Bobby said proudly, walking over to me and smiling as if nothing ever happened.

"How are you-" I trailed off. I wanted so badly to believe he was here but it made no damn sense.

"Just shut up and hug me ya idjit." Bobby laughed and I hugged him with all I had, feigning off tears as best I could, though one escaped but I didn't care.

When Bobby released me, he glanced at my hand and smirked.

"Who's the unlucky lady who tied you down?" He asked.

I glanced down at my left hand, I had a ring. A wedding ring, a shining silver band with small Enochain etchings in it. It read: 'He's my cherry pie.' I scoffed at it, whoever gave me this...was inventive but so damn cheesy. I found it kinda sad really. But the real question was, who did I marry?

"I'm married?" I asked dumbly, I mentally hit my head against the wall.

Sam looked at me like I was crazy. I could practically hear his thoughts, screaming at me saying; 'How the hell did you forget!?'

"Uh yeah, Y/n remember?" Sam asked me, like I was really slow. But then I paused halfway through my annoyed thoughts toward Sam. I married Y/n? I should remember that. Unless I married her on drunken impulse, something was wrong here.

"Look, Sam. I don't know what your talking about, but I-"

"Hey Hun." I heard Y/n, I looked over at her as she bounded into the room, she squealed and ran over to Bobby and hugged him tightly.

"Bobby, good to see you again I thought you were staying in Canada for a little while?" She smiled and Bobby hugged her back.

Canada? Why the hell was Bobby in Canada?

"I was, but...I couldn't leave these two idjits on their own, and way too much hockey talk. When hell freezes over they said, Canada may be hell, its cold as balls down there."

She smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back. If I really was married to her, I understood why. She was beautiful, more so than I remember. She had her long h/c flowing down her shoulders, covering a small bit of the right side of her face, my hands itches to move it.

She walked close to me, and she leaned into my ear.

"It's nice to see you awake~" She whispered, nibbling down on my earlobe. I sucked in my breath and stiffened. She laughed and leaned back, staring at my eyes. Her eyes we're beyond amazing, big and a shiny e/c with long, lush lashes.

She wrapped her arm around my neck and kissed me lightly. A kiss of love, not just lust. I really must have been married to her, I could feel her love radiating off of her smooth skin.

Sam cleared his throat.

"Save it for later, we're meeting up with Benny in town today."

I blinked. "Benny? I thought you hated him?" But what I really wanted to say was; I thought he was dead.

"What are you talking about? Dean are you alright? You seem to be forgetting a lot." Sam asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Uh, yeah..I'm good, just tired is all." I waved him off. Something was seriously wrong here.

Next I'll be seeing Charlie and Kevin. I thought.

I felt Y/n link arms with me as we walked out of the bunker and to the Impala. Sam and Bobby followed behind.

When we got to the garage, I realized that there was only one motorcycle. Hers. I leaned into Y/n's ear.

"Hey, where did my bike go?" I whispered.

Y/n placed her other hand on my forearm, and squeezed tightly.

"Honey, you don't have one. I tried to get you one 3 years ago and you refused."

I got into the Impala, and Y/n got in shotgun, Sam and Bobby sitting in back. I turned the ignition and revved her up, backing out of the garage, we drove down the gravel road until we reached the highway. I turned right towards the town that was closest by. But I was distracted, countess screaming, raging thought ran through my mind. Like why is everyone who's dead suddenly alive? Or why I all of a sudden had a wife!?
Or better yet, why don't I remember any of this?

Y/n grasped my free hand that I left off the steering wheel, and squeezed it tightly. I looked at her hand and there it was, her wedding ring, with an engagement band right behind it. I started to toy with it with my fingers. I heard her laugh slightly, and I smiled. But I was still heavily confused.

When we got into town, Sam automatically told me where to go, under the assumption I wouldn't know where to go. Thank god, because I knew absolutely nothing about what was happening.

When we stopped, we were at the pier, that didn't surprise me though, remembering the countless times I went to visit Benny, it was near some sort of pier, or near water of some kind. I let Y/n out on her side and she grasped my hand as we walked. Then I saw him, dressed in his same fashion as he always has. But something was different about him. I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

He smiled and slapped me in the back.

"Good to see you again, chief." I wanted to hug him, but I knew better than to confuse him too. Knowing full well that he wouldn't let it go. I worried for the next moment I was alone with Sam, I knew a hundred percent that he would pry and pry on this until I gave. But I had nothing.

He lead us towards a boat, I didn't quite get it because it heavily resembled a yacht. Benny would have no reason to ever need one.

"Here's the pride and joy." He smiled,   he lead us on and I saw yet another familiar face, Crowley. I wanted to punch something so badly at the fact that whatever was happening here, everybody was either coming back from the dead, or was friends. I wanted to understand what was happening as I was going to lose it any second.

My vision went black, a pair of hands were covering my eyes.

"Guess who?" The voice giggled.

I grasped her hands from my face but kept them there, she had a purpose for this I guessed. I wanted to say some snarky comment to all the people around me, but I decided to play the roll just a little longer.

I hummed in approval. "Well, by any chance, could It be my amazingly beautiful wife?" I asked, but the sentence left a bad taste in my mouth knowing something was wrong.

I could hear her laugh, then tell me to keep my eyes closed. I did as I was told and I felt her breath next to my ear.

"I have a surprise for you~" She whispered. I refused to say anything, in fear that I would say something wrong.

"Open your eyes, Dean. See what you've been missing~"