Authors note: Hello to followers! This story came to me while I was half asleep at 5a.m. Hope you enjoy! Only OC Elena and plot belong to me. Bye and thanks for reading! P.S.- Elena is a human.
"Dean… Please come back. You're not supposed to be like this!"

"And you're not supposed to be like this." The demon-infected Dean gestured to her. "You're supposed to be the strong one, the one everyone relies on. But you hate it. You hate having to be brave all the time. You don't want people to trust you. Because you-"

Elena punched the demon in the face. "God damn it, Dean!"

Elena's thoughts were struck with the memory.

Dean, can you keep a secret?

What's wrong?

I want to tell you about my past.

She turned away. "Dean. Sam is going to hurt you."

"Then let it happen." He smirked. "He can't touch me."

"Dean! Please! Think about what the hell you're doing to everyone!"

He paused, smiling, as if amused by her outburst.

A soft knock at the door, made both their heads turn. "Elena. It's time."

"N- No! We can still save him!" She kneeled down, to sit on her knees, next to the chained Dean. "Dean, please! You can go back to being a human! Just please do it!"

"No."

Elena's heart skipped a beat. That simple word was enough to turn on the faucet that had been stuck in place for a long, long time. She began to cry. Sam was surprised, and shocked. Elena had always been the one to cheer people up. He hated to see how easily the demon turned her entire personality. All hope had been drained from her, as she sat, unmoving.

The Dean they didn't know, the evil stranger, he watched as she felt this loss. He felt amused, and barely paid attention to the small aching part of him. It seemed to grow and intensify, but he paid it no mind. It would pass if he left it alone.

Sam watched as Elena rose, no emotion shown. The only thing that hinted at misery and despair were the tears that fell from her eyes.

She walked out of the room, and as soon as the door closed, she sprinted, running the fastest that she could. She ran, and ran, and ran, not wanting to be able to stand any more. She felt herself slowing down, becoming exhausted, and soon she tripped, falling and falling. She would accept the pain when it came.

Except that it didn't. She felt herself being held up, by an angel of the lord, with a look of concern and understanding set on his face.

"Cas… He's doing it again." She whispered, weakly. Even though she was in the middle of a street, she felt as if she could hear what she'd heard before. Dean yelling out in pain, as he was administered the 'cure'. She felt bad for him, and even though she knew it wasn't he Dean she knew, she hated being apart from him, letting that side of Dean take control.

Elena closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she found that Castiel had moved them, using his powers to bring them back to the room Sam and Dean were holed up in. The bunker.

"Sam." Cas said his name from directly behind him, and Sam turned, the needle at the ready for the third injection to Dean's neck.

Elena focused her sight on the liquid inside. That's what was hurting Dean, his human and Demonic side. Each injection would bring him closer to human, but it would also hurt the human side, with so many close injections.

She wished that Sam would disappear, just long enough for the effect to wear off, so that he'd have to start all over again. Because by then, she was sure she could save Dean without harming him.

Sam looked down at her, Cas holding her up in his arms, and she locked eyes with him. Pure rage and anger flooded her thoughts, so much so, that Sam could see it in her eyes, as if they were on fire.

"What happened to her?"

"She ran so much that she's physically exhausted."

Cas peered around Sam at the demon, who looked as though he was ready to kill the angel.

"Put her-" The demon blurted out, before catching himself. In the back of his mind, the strange feeling was growing stronger. He forced it down. "Put her in the fiery pits of hell." He smiled, as if nothing was wrong.

Elena was drifting at the edge of consciousness, and didn't quite understand what was going on. She stared up at Castiel, noticing how his jaw line turned, and when he looked down at her in worry, she stared into his eyes, blinking slowly. His eyes looked like the sky for a moment, with the light glare creating clouds, but then she remembered they were eyes, not skies.

Her thoughts were ended as Castiel touched her forehead, and she fell asleep, the angel's power forcing her to.

Elena awoke, her head pounding. Sam was asleep in the bed beside her, and Castiel was nowhere to be seen. She climbed out of the bed quietly, pushing the covers off of her legs. She looked around, ensuring he wasn't in the room. She then walked toward the back hallway, leading to the basement, where the bunker was.

Quietly opening the door, she turned around, closing it just as silently. She then tiptoed down the staircase, just in case Sam could still hear her.

Once the staircase ended, and she was at the bottom, she rushed over to the entrance, unlatching the numerous heavy locks, and pulling open the door.

She looked around, trying to find the candle used for light down here. Her fingers grasped it, and her other hand felt for the lighter next to it. She lit the wick, and looked at the table she was at. It looked as though Sam had given Dean 7 of the required shots. She sighed, and turned around.

She gasped out in shock. Dean was up and had one arm leaning against the table behind her, the other around her waist.

"Elle."

"D- Dean?" She watched as he blinked, and his eyes became blacked out. "How did you get out?" She tried to lean around him for a look at the demon trap. A spot was smudged, the chains that once bound him, scattered on the ground next to the chair he had sat in.

She tried pushing him away, but he held on to her tighter. "I can't let you go anywhere."

He smiled at her cruelly.

"Now, now, Dean. A little respect for the lady." Crowley spoke from behind them, and Dean turned, still holding onto Elena.

She glared. "Crowley. So you released him."

"You didn't expect me not to search for him, did you?"

"And so why do need me?"

"Well, we can't let you telling the moose and angel where we were, now could we? I actually preferred that we kill you and be on our way, but our mutual friend here had something else in mind. You come with us."

She struggled under Dean's hold while Crowley spoke, but to no avail, as he still had a tight grip on her waist.

"Dean, let me go."

She looked over her shoulder, reaching for the demon blade on the table behind her, but Dean pulled her away from the table, grabbing her hand in his free one.

Their faces were close, but Elena instead was glaring at Crowley, who frowned questioningly at Dean.

"Why wait for me? Why not just leave?"

"Again, his idea." The king of hell smiled at her, but his eyes told that he was something was upsetting him. "In a few days, we should be able to dispose of you."

Dean glared at Crowley, who held up his hands "Again, a few days."

Elena looked to Dean, and he turned his face to hers. "Well. Looks like we can go now." He smiled.

She felt herself being touched by Crowley's power, and as soon as he snapped, they were all somewhere else, a hotel room fit with 2 beds.

Dean released her hand, and held her chin.

"I have some business to deal with, but expect me back. Soon." Elena felt the warmth of his hand disappear, as Crowley and Dean both left, teleporting to somewhere unknown to her.

As soon as they were gone, Elena reached into her pocket for her phone, but couldn't find it. It must have still been on the nightstand with Sam and Cas.

Elena looked up toward the ceiling. "Cas, if you can hear me, I need you." She looked back to the door, trying to open it. There were no locks or keyholes, but the doorknob wouldn't turn. She tried ramming into the door multiple times, and yelled out for someone. Nothing worked, so she walked over to the one window. As she went to pull back the curtain, she realized why Castiel hadn't come for her. The curtains were embroidered with angel runes, blocking all sense and power for an angel from the hotel room. Only Crowley would get it sewed onto the curtains. There was no hope for her to destroy them all unless she had scissors, which of course, were nowhere to be found. Nothing was in the kitchen.

She attempted to open the window, but it wouldn't budge, even when there were no locks. She kicked at the glass, but nothing happened, her foot just impacted as if hitting a wall. Being high off the ground meant no one could see the window she was banging on.

Counting the floors, she was stuck in the 7th story.

She sat down on the bed in defeat, no other ideas coming to her. She pounded her feet on the floor, but no one came up to her. She had jumped on the bed, banging her hands against the roof, but still, no one came to the door to complain.

She lied back on the mattress, feeling the softness of the blankets. She tried to check her pockets for anything useful, but only a rosary turned up, useless since the hotel water wasn't running to this room. The TV wouldn't turn on, and there wasn't even a bible in the desk drawer. She was alone, and afraid. She heard nothing but her own heart pounding, and the overwhelming hum of silence.

She tried to think of her situation in a positive way. At least she was with Dean. That seemed to be the only good thing about it.

Elena curled up, thinking of how much she wished she was back with Sam, and Cas, Dean still tied to a chair. Maybe she would have allowed Sam to continue. Maybe he would have stopped, and she could have convinced Dean to go back to normal.

She hugged her knees, lifting the blanket to cover her up to her shoulders. At least the problem had left the room. Maybe she would fall asleep and the nightmare would be over.

It had been 8 hours since Elena had fallen asleep, and she woke up now, bleary eyed, yawning. It was nighttime, she could tell from the lack of light behind her eyelids. She was calm and happy, until like a gunshot, she was reminded of her situation. She wasn't ready to open her eyes. She tried to fall asleep again, but she was already too far awake. She refused to open her eyes. But after sitting in the same position while awake, she felt like she had to get up and move. She peeked through her eyes, barely opening them.

What she saw startled her so much that she had frozen up, unmoving. There, lying so close to her, she was surprised she hadn't felt his breath on her, was Dean. She had the foolish hope that he was cured, but then realized that they were in bed together.

Elena attempted to scoot back, but as soon as she tried to, she realized she was making too much movement. She shot her head back down, closing her eyes, until his breathing was even again. She felt uncomfortable, and didn't want to open her eyes again. Of course, she did.

She studied his sleeping face, noticing that none of his previous scars were there. She looked at how normal he looked while sleeping, no demonic signs about him.

She quickly felt creepy as she watched him sleep, but she couldn't stop. It was the only happiness she could feel. He looked human.

She shut her eyes, memories of him being happy flooding her memory, and she opened her eyes. She knew this wasn't the Dean she used to know, but she still felt that she loved him. He had always been a brother to her, and then other feelings had started to take over. She had to learn to put these aside while he was a demon.

She shut her eyes, and she though about him, and how to escape or get in contact with someone who could save her. She thought about this until the sunlight burned against her face, and she felt him adjust his position.

Elena peeked through one of her eyes, barely, and saw him staring at her, smiling slightly, as if he was calm and happy.

She shut the eye quickly. She knew what he was. She wished it was still nighttime, but of course it didn't work that way.

Dean hadn't moved for a while, he seemed to be thinking about something, and so Elena pretended to wake up. She acted as she would have had he not been sleeping last night.

"Wha-" She shot up and jumped backwards. "What are you doing?"

He sat up too "Well I was sleeping." He looked over to Crowley's bed, which as empty. "Looks like he already left." He stood up off the bed, and walked over to Elena's side, where he pulled her up by her hand, helping her off the bed.

"Wh-What are you doing?" This time she was genuinely surprised.

"Didn't you already ask that question?" He smirked sarcastically, seeming like plain old Dean. But Elena knew better.

As soon as he held her hand, he snapped, and they were in a warehouse, Crowley talking to multiple demons a few feet away. "You, don't move." He instructed, and left to speak with Crowley.

Elena waited until his back was turned and ran. She hid behind one of the shelves full of boxes. She peered into one. It was empty. So were the others, she soon fund out.

What do they need these things for? She wondered.

She turned around, and gasped, ready to yell out, until the demon covered her mouth.

"Well, well. A Hunter." The man smiled cruelly, and his eyes flashed black. "I'm sure you know what this means."

He turned her around, gagging her, and binding her wrists. He pushed her out from behind the shelves. Pushing her onto the ground behind Crowley. "Sir, I-" Blood poured from the demon's mouth, and his veins glowed. He dropped to the ground, and Dean stood in his place.

"Don't-" Dean cut himself off.

Damn it! He thought angrily.

The other Demons looked at him questioningly. "She's mine to kill." He looked at each of them in turn. "Got that?" They quickly nodded, all replacing their looks of doubt with ones of fear. All except Crowley, who stared at Dean with a look of great suspicion.

The demons then dispersed, and Dean bent down to pick up Elena. She blinked, and they were suddenly back at the hotel room, and she was being placed down, untied, the cloth from her mouth removed.

Crowley sat on the chair next to the desk, and motioned for Dean to come over. Elena was mildly curious about their conversation, but didn't want to seem like she was eaves dropping, so instead she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Dean. What happened back there?"

"I lost control okay? It happens."

"So a demon, one of us, grabs her, and you feel like he should die for it?"

Dean didn't respond.

"You need to distance yourself from her. Wait until the blood moose gave you wears off. You're not yourself anymore."

"Fuck off, Crowley. I can get as close to her as I want."

He opened the door to the bathroom, where the sound of Elena taking a shower floated out.

"Dean." Crowley said, in a threatening tone.

Dean closed the door, sat on the floor at the entrance to the bathroom, closing his eyes and waiting.

Elena rinsed her hair well, removing the remainder of the shampoo from it. She turned off the water, squeezing out the water from her hair, and pulling the towel from the towel stand that was on the other side of the curtains. She only had to reach her arm out to find it.

She wrapped it around herself, after drying out her hair well. Elena then pulled back the curtains a bit, and quickly shut them when she saw Dean's stare.

"D-Dean?" She called out from behind the curtains. She was suddenly glad the towel was wrapped around her.

"Elle. We need to talk."

What the hell could he possibly want?

"I have to leave for a few days. Maybe three."

"Good."

Although the demon didn't want his feelings to take over, this still hurt him. "I'm going to be doing… something."

"Fine." She crossed her arms. How dare he leave her alone! And for three days?!

He sighed, silently so that she wouldn't hear him. "Tell me what you want so I can buy you food."

"I'm not hungry."

"You will be after three days. You didn't eat this morning or last night. Are you going to starve yourself?"

"If that's the only way out, then fine."

His genuine worry scared him, but he couldn't help but feel it. "Good. I won't have to waste my money on you."

"Besides, when did it matter what I wanted?"

"Alw-" He paused. "You're right, it doesn't matter."

"Finally, you told the truth for once!"

"Well at least I'm not an ungrateful bitch!"

"Grateful?! Grateful?!" She couldn't stop herself "Why would I be grateful to you? You kidnapped me! You said you wanted to be the one that killed me! You said to 'Put her in the fiery pits of hell'! You think I'd be grateful to an ignorant ass hole like you?"

Each word pained the other person, until they couldn't argue any more. They could only sit in silence.

"I'm sorry." He said, disgusted, but serious. He didn't enjoy his human feelings. He would do what Crowley told him to do, and distance himself from her.

"Don't be. I'm sorry." She heard him get up and leave, and she stepped out of the shower to get dressed.

She then sat down at the table, where bags and bags of groceries were placed. She held her head in her hands. She knew he was a demon, but she was in love with him. Because the real Dean inside him was still alive. Escaping wouldn't help him. She had to use the little bit of human Dean left to bring him back.

She had to make him fall in love with her again.