This is when the feeling sinks in.

I don't wanna miss you like this.

Come back... be here, come back... be here.

I guess you're in New York today.

I don't wanna need you this way.

Come back... be here, come back... be here.

Come back… Be Here – Taylor Swift


Dear Diary,

I honestly don't know what to do. Not anymore. All this, it's all too much. I feel like I can't breathe. It hurts. Just even thinking about it. For the first time, since I can remember, I think… I'm gonna pray. There's no other option. If there is a God, maybe He'll send Dean back to me.

Elena put her pen down with a sigh, shaking her head. She clasped her hands together, drawing in a deep breath, uncertainty glimmering in her amber orbs, "Umm… God? I… um… I don't know how to do this, actually. I've never really – Uhh – I just – Please, if you can hear me, please. Just send Dean back to me. Send him home. Preferably alive. And whole. Unscathed. Please? Umm… th – thanks.."

Elena stammered awkwardly. A rustle of wings drew her attention towards her bedroom door. A voice was shouting. Dean? Elena thought. "That was quick." She whispered, casting a glance towards her ceiling, "Thank you!"

She leapt from her bed and bounded towards the stairs, hearing Dean shouting, "What the hell was that for?" Another male's voice said grimly, "Bobby said you "fell off the grid", Dean." "I was fine," Dean said, sounding annoyed.

"Fine?" The other man said skeptically. Elena stepped around the archway, her breath catching in her throat. "Dean…" She whispered, tears welling in her eyes. Dean turned to her, his face caked with blood and grime.

He looked like he went through the mill twice then was tossed into a blender set to "Chop". But, to Elena, he never looked more beautiful. Elena rushed across the room, throwing her arms around his neck, her mouth colliding with his.

Dean uttered a sound of surprise before pulling back, his emerald spheres clouded with confusion. Elena glanced over her shoulder, fire erupting in her cheeks. The other man was staring at the opposite wall blankly, obviously embarrassed.

Dean gestured to him, mumbling, "That's Castiel. An... Angel." Elena glanced between the two of them, deadpanned, "Oh. Of course." Castiel nodded at Elena, expressionless. "Cass, this is 'Lena." Dean said, glancing at the girl in surprise, still thrown by her behavior.

Elena offered Castiel her hand with a small smile, "Pleased to meet you." The Angel merely looked at her hand before glancing at Dean hopelessly. Dean held up his hands silently.

Castiel hesitantly took Elena's hand, shaking it lightly. Elena glanced between the men, the air thick with tension and anger. A shiver rippled through her. "So…" Elena started. Dean's emerald orbs flickered towards her.

"What's going on?" Elena asked softly. Dean shook his head silently. "I found Dean in Tennessee," Castiel said. "What?" Elena breathed; her heart racing at his words. Something about the way he said it sent a chill rippling down her spine.

He sounded distant. Elena's eyes raked over Dean, taking in the blood that was caked at the side of his head. She drew in a shuddered breath as she looked away, swallowing thickly.

"He was attacked. By a werewolf," Castiel continued. "But he's fine now." "Lena," Dean started, reaching for her. "Why'd you leave?" Elena's voice was hushed, tainted with hurt. "I'm sorry," Dean said slowly.

"I needed you," Elena gasped out, her eyes swimming with tears. "I needed you weren't there." Her voice was fragile, edging on hysteria as Dean stepped forward, "I'm sorry, 'Lena. I'm truly sorry."

Elena's ochre spheres hardened as she grit out, "You should be. It's been hell here without you, Dean! I didn't even know if you were alive." She shook her head, rushing from the room. "Lena!" Dean called, before he raced after her.

His fingers wrapped around her wrist, tugging her towards him. Elena raised her eyes to his, drawing in a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I really and truly am." "I know, Dean." She shook her head.

Dean emitted a long, low sigh. "I get it. You were worried. But I'm not the bad guy here." Elena's eyes flared with annoyance, "Oh, and you're implying that I am?" Dean shook his head, "No. That's not what I was implying. I was making no implications. I was only saying…"

He trailed off, reaching towards her, brushing his fingertips across her cheek. "God, I missed you." He breathed softly. A faint smile curved Elena's lips as she lowered her tawny optics. "I missed you too." She started to take a step towards him, then stopped, her nose crinkling in disgust.

"God! You smell like ass." She cried, covering her nose and mouth with her hand. Dean gaped at her before a chuckle rolled over his lips. "Gee, thanks." "Where'd you go? On vacation in sewer?" Elena quipped, her giggles muffled.

"Alright. I get it. I need a shower." Dean said, rolling his eyes. "You really, really do." Elena said with a laugh. "How'd I miss that smell earlier? Ick." "That's it. I'm going." Dean said, holding his hands up as he turned and rushed upstairs.

"Don't get lost up there!" Elena called after him teasingly, laughing. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Dean called back, sounding faintly annoyed. Elena turned, hearing the front door click shut. Sam entered the hallway, his forehead creasing in a frown.

"Hey, Sam," Elena said with the first smile she's worn in what felt like forever. "Hey, Ellie," Sam replied, his brow raising. "What's…?" He trailed off, seeing Castiel. "Cass," He said, surprised. "Hello, Sam," Castiel said softly.

"What's going on?" Sam sputtered. "Hey, 'Lena," Dean called, his head poking out of the bathroom, Elena jolted slightly before turning and calling, "Yeah?" She turned and hurried up the stairs. "How long?" Sam asked Castiel.

"We just arrived fifteen minutes ago, Sam." "Is he –" "Your brother is fine." "Good." Sam breathed as Elena hurried down the stairs. "Dean needs..." She broke off, looking around, perplexed. "Umm... Where's the Impala?"

"It's…" Sam said, confused. "It's in Tennessee." Castiel said distantly. "Dean is gonna be pissed." Elena said; her eyes wide. In a flash, she, Sam and Castiel were standing in front of the Impala. She looked around, before her legs trembled, giving out beneath her.

Elena fell to her knees, her hands slapping against the pavement. She felt her palms scape against the road as she breathed in a quaking breath. "So," Elena said in a wavering voice, "Any way you can poof Dean's car back to Virginia…?" She trailed off hopelessly as she saw Castiel shaking his head.

"Oh…" Sam helped Elena to her feet. "Well, I guess we drive then," Elena said simply, dusting off her jeans. "Alright," Sam opened the passenger door, ushering her inside.

Dean rushed downstairs, a towel around his waist. His short hair moist and dripping down his forehead. "Lena," He called, "Cass?" He gazed around, his brows furrowed in confusion, "Where the hell is everyone?"

A/N: This wasn't how I planned on Dean returning, but since he was missed so much... xD By the way, the review button thinks you're sexy. ;)