It seemed like a routine hunt- but then the Winchester luck reared its terrifying head. In other words, the one where Dean was a giant. T for Dean's potty mouth.

Set AU before series. Sam is at Stanford. Dean is just out to leave the motel and congratulate himself on a good solo hunt when he is hit by a car and dies in the stupidest way, discovering a new side to the afterlife: the concept of guardian angels, and how people and things change once the tables are flipped. How will Dean ever manage? Slight hints of destiel later on, no nsfw.