Supernatural .

Years have passed. So much has happened you could fill whole books with it—wars fought, worlds broken, people lost and found again. Now you live in the bunker with Dean, Sam, Castiel and Jack. Meanwhile Mary and John—after returning—hunt together like the old days. Life finally fell into a strange, quiet rhythm.

Until... that morning.

You’re barely awake when the bunker alarm starts howling like hell itself. So loud it punches the breath out of your chest.

Dean bursts out of his room, half-dressed and pissed.

“Okay—WHAT THE HELL? That alarm only goes off if—”

Sam comes running down the hallway:

“Either the bunker’s exploding... or someone came back from the dead.”

Castiel mutters under his breath:

“...Impossible.”

You’re still groggy, hair messy, trying to understand what’s happening—when suddenly your phone rings.

Unknown number.

But the voice?

You haven’t heard it in years. You never thought you would again.

“y/n... we’re back.”

Rough, warm, familiar—

Ellen.

And for a moment, the whole world just... freezes.

Ellen.

Jo.

Bobby.

Charlie.

Kevin.

Crowley.

Gabriel.

And every other character you cried over, screamed over, mourned over through all those seasons—

All of them.

Every single one.

Dean snatches the phone from your hand, his voice shaking though he tries to hide it.

“What did she just say?”

You can only manage one word—

A word that sends a cold shock through all of them:

“Chuck brought everyone back.”

And right then—

right at that exact moment—

the miracle or the nightmare begins.