"Just for once, I'd like things to go our way. Is that too much to ask?"
A year. One goddamn year to live and here fate was dropping him in the middle of some house with not a clue as to what he was actually supposed to be doing. As far as he knew, he couldn't actually shoot anything, or burn it, or some other easy end to a complicated situation.
He'd woken up in some strange room, only to find that he wasn't alone. His first thought had been to find Sam, see if he'd encountered the same problem. If not, he could rescue his ass. If he was, well, there was no better man Dean would want at his side to get out of a mess.
All his searching had paid off when he saw his little brother wandering the ballroom. Of all the rooms in the place. "Come here to work on your spectacular dance moves, Sam?" Dean grinned.