It had been days since she'd slept. Licking at her chapped lips she tried to swallow, her throat so dry that she struggled to breathe momentarily. This just reminded her that she couldn't remember the last time she had drank anything, let alone eaten anything… And still they came.

Bea realised she was laying on the grass looking up at the sky. Thoughts of Cas flashed through her mind briefly as she wondered why he had abandoned her, but she had no time to wallow in self pity, she had to fight, she had to survive.

Rolling painfully onto all fours, her tired limbs threathening to collapse beneath her, she raised her head to look at where voices were screaming at each other.

"You betrayed me!" Dean yelled shoving his brother roughly in the shoulder "She was mine, I loved her!"

Sam righted himself and moved, nostrils flaring, into Dean's face "And she wanted it, maybe you weren't enough for her"

Dean reached into his pocket with lightening speed to pull out his knife and thrust it violently up between Sam's ribs. Sam, unable to make any sound, turned his shocked eyes to Bea, blood bubbled from his lips as he fell to his knees, never once breaking eye contact as she watched the life bleed out of him.

"Do you see what you did!" Dean half sobbed and half yelled, stumbling towards her "Look what you made me do"

Slowly Bea pushed herself up to sit back on her knees, tears falling down her face onto her bloody ripped clothes "I didn't…I'm sorry…"

Dean looked down at Sam's lifeless body obviously struggling to take in what he'd just done. Returning his heartbroken face to look at Bea he moved his hand to his hip and pulled out his gun. Time slowed down as she watched him raise the gun to his temple and pull the trigger. The noise echoed through the surrounding woods as Bea felt Dean's warm blood land on her skin.

When she opened her eyes she was looking down at her body, her chin tucked tightly against her own chest. At this point it was hard to tell which blood was hers and which was Dean's, she couldn't look away even as she fell forward sobbing.

Xxx

The quietness of the bunker was strange, no one sat at the table researching, beds lay empty, until "Hey Sammy are you hungry?"

"Yeah" Sam replied leaning against the kitchen door as his brother stood head deep in the fridge, routing through the shelves. Smiling to himself as he pulled out a box containing a fresh pie Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Sam.

"Pie? Seriously, for dinner?" Sam laughed

"Don't knock it til you try it" Dean smiled

xxx

She ran on tired legs more dragging than carrying the bucket of water.

The fire hadn't really taken hold properly. Somehow Bea had managed to command her body to keep moving enough to fetch water until at last the flames were out. Bea so wished she had the energy to throw a bucket of water over herself, her skin felt so tight from all the dried blood and dirt. Looking down she saw a burn along her forearm and marvelled at the fact that she was too tired to feel the pain.

"Are we having fun yet?"

Bea tensed as a voice that chilled her very soul sounded out behind her. Turning on wobbley legs she saw her father, Luicifer, smiling while stood amongst the many bodies of Sam and Dean that lay beyond the iron rail surrounding her property.

xxx

Dean lay on his bed dozing when Sam burst through his door, a mobile phone in his hand

"Dean its Garth. He said he sent one of his friends to deliver supplies to Bea two weeks ago and he hasn't been seen since"

xxx

Pulling the small knife from her arm Bea screamed and fell to the floor. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep fighting, even the adrenaline that comes from the fear of facing your own death was leaving her, as she struggled to keep her eyelids open.

A familiar roar of an engine in the distance saved her from unconsciousness. Struggling onto her side Bea reached out for her bow, she knew there was little chance of standing up on her own but the wood of the bow was sturdy enough to support her weight as she leaned heavily on it while dragging her feet up under her body, managing to stand only momentarily before a wave of dizzyness sent her into the dirt once more.

"Bea!" she heard Dean shout as he fell through the treeline, stopping abruptly as he took in the scene before him.

There before him sat Bea's cabin smouldering in places. A huge hole where the door should of been. Moving slowly his eyes were drawn to look at the massacre at his feet where dozens of Sam and Dean lookalikes lay slaughtered, inflicted with all kinds of grotesque wounds. Dean wasn't able to take in what he was seeing, it was all too much as he doubled over and threw up.

Wiping his mouth on his jacket he stood again remembering why he was there "Bea!" he shouted as he tried to move forward trying not to step on any of the bodies.

Her voice was so quiet that he barely heard it "Dean?" Looking around he saw a blackened figure stagger from the side of the porch "Dean, is it you?"

Dean looked shocked, like he couldn't believe this filthy exhausted looking thing moving towards him could really be his Bea.

"Bea, is it you?" he repeated her question back to her

Bea took in his concerned eyes and for the first time in days felt her shoulders relax. She'd known he'd come and save her, after all thats what Dean Winchester does best. She smiled at him, dry lips cracking "Not exactly looking my best...but its me"

"Oh my god!" he whispered moving towards her "You look like shit" he smiled sympathetically, his humour doing nothing to mask the concern in his eyes.

Sudden movement in the trees behind him and a demon showed himself. As Dean turned to face this new threat another demon, in the vessel of what might of once been a woodcutter, appeared swinging an axe with such speed that Dean never saw it coming.

It was too late.