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Dean wakes up in 2003 in a motel room, overcome with grief at what he lived through and fearful that he'll have to do it again.
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A large warm hand was holding Dean’s shoulder, shaking him lightly.
“Dean.”
Dean swatted at the hand, mildly surprised when it didn’t let go. People usually gave him a wide berth when he was asleep now, unsure what reaction he'd have from being woken up suddenly. The hand dug in harder, could feel the blunt fingertips push in under his collar bone.
“Dean, come on.”
Dean opened his eyes, ready to tell off Cas or Sam— whoever it was— for waking him so soon after he lay down. John Winchester stared down at him, brows knotted together with a grim look. Dean nearly launched himself backwards off the bed, banging his head sharply on the motel headboard and pressing himself bodily against it— far away as possible from the spectre in front of him.