Author's Note: Hi guys! I haven't written on here in years. I've posted a few fics on Tumblr though. My blog is nostalgic-uncertainty. I'm going to be posting them here :D For the full experience, listen to; Warning Sign by Coldplay and also What If by Coldplay.

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She watched as the the water ran through the shampoo she lathered into his now clean hair that appeared much darker in it's moist state. The strong calming floral scent of the product slightly relaxed her, but not completely.

"You better not be making me smell all girly, Mariam." He jokingly threatened her in a low tone which as usual, made her giggle, that managed to ease her nerves.

Dean was currently forced to sit down in one of her fluffy mint chairs in her equally colorful bathroom. His hair was slimy and just EW after a gruesome hunt. He had no energy to shower and wanted to get some shut eye right away, so she had graciously offered to wash his hair for him. The shower could wait.

"Don't worry Bean. You're in safe hands."

Once Mariam was extremely sleepy following a 16 hour drive from a lengthy, tedious hunt. She crashed into the dusty motel sofa first thing after running out of Baby's backseat. Even though she didn't drink, she was as good as drunk. Next thing she knew, she was laughing her ass off over a piece of bread, (there was nothing else to eat in the room at 4 am) and calling Sam and Dean; Ham and Bean. The nicknames have never left her tongue since then and needless to say, when Crowley found out about this, he was beyond pleased. His monkey, as he called you, had just became his favorite Hunter. Sorry Squirrel.

"Really?" He raised his right eyebrow in his signature Dean way. "'Cause it sure smells like a friggin' garden in here and I don't see any flowers!"

"Relax drama queen, you're out of your manly shampoo, but there's still some conditioner left, that'll rugged-ify the lavender."

"Rugged-ify? That's not even a wo-"

"Hush!" She shut him up with a grin.

He went silent with wide eyes. She faked a serious look and ordered again, "Close your eyes." His breathtaking green eyes immediately closed.

"And don't you dare tell Ham!"

A sinister smirk formed on his plump lips.

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Back when Mariam first encountered the Winchesters, she was zapped into their universe all of a sudden landing on Baby's hood, and causing a dent.

She had gotten down and brushed off her dark, skinny jeans when she realized where she was. Seeing Baby she knew it had to be Supernatural, she just couldn't bring herself to digest it. That's when two really tall men dressed in suits briskly walked out the adjacent building. She had stopped breathing when she turned around and faced them.

Hazel, puppy-dog eyes, long brown hair. Most beautiful pair of green eyes you've ever seen in your life, paired with light brown, blondish short locks, and pouty lips.

She remained as still as a statue even when they noticed her.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you leaning against Ba- IS THAT A DENT?! WHAT THE HE-"

"Dean… Calm down." Sam tried to put a hand on his shoulder all the while having his eyes on the young and mysterious woman, trying to figure her out.

The word dent had caused her to look down on the exquisite creature that was the 1967 Chevy Impala. The subject of her many driving dreams. Yup she had them, only for two cars, the other being an Aston Martin DB9. Even though she was a female, she had always wanted to be suave and as cool as James Bond, and after growing up, she wanted to be Tony Stark. I know, that's weird, because she was quite the girly girl most of the time.

"Oh God no! I'm so sorry! Oh Baby! I hurt Baby!? No fuck no!" Her eyes almost teared up. She rarely cried, but Baby meant a lot to her, Being a fan of the show since the beginning. Speaking of show, she had no idea how she was taking all of this in so well.

Sam and Dean, stared at her, with their jaws hanging.

"Mind telling me what the heck is going on?"

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After explaining everything to them at a local diner, they surprisingly believed her story also letting her into the family day by day. Shortly following these events, she had found a DB9 parked outside the motel she and the boys were staying at once somewhere in Kansas, it was in perfect condition, looked brand new and hopefully was, it contained all her precious phone and earphones that she couldn't live without. Thinking that was it, she started to celebrate like crazy, jumping up and down with joy until her eyes landed on the back seat and open trunk.

There lay all of her favorite clothes, shoes, accessories, and belongings. Even her nail polish collection and nail-care kit. Along with various other favorite things from her room that held fond memories.

The boys were surprised to know her stuff had crossed over as well, but when they found out her dream car had magically appeared along with it. Their eyes were about to burst out of their heads, and that was a rare occurrence for the Winchesters alright.

The link to her dimension and life though, was hidden and there was no information available.

Mariam had met Bobby and Cas the second week of being with the boys and it didn't take them much time to warm up to her. Somehow trust was given honestly and freely to her, much to her relief. They tried doing whatever they could to solve the mystery of her sudden appearance but couldn't.

Cas said there was nothing about this in Heaven and Crowley, as strange as this sounds, had tried to dig in hell for some clues, only to come up empty. It took a while for her to accept it, but she had come to terms with possibly never seeing her loved ones again and moved on. This was her life now. Missing them wouldn't bring em back she thought.

She remembered each and every part of her time back home, in her own dimension in which Supernatural was a hit TV show, and she was a senior high school student about to graduate and attend Engineering or Business school (you weren't sure).

The parts missing from her memory though were of the shows events. She recognized the characters, but had no clue of the future and what it held. She just knew of the past. Her knowledge of a lot of the supernatural lore helped the boys a lot, and they used her assistance whenever they could. However, she couldn't fight, and that was the reason she mostly stayed and did research at the beginning. Until she started feeling like a dead weight and tagged along.

Her sheer bravery and odd power of persuasion led her to negotiate and be respected by the countless powerful villains encountered so far. It also earned her the faith of Team Free Will and so she was eventually awarded equal rights to a hunt or anything dangerous. Which knowing the Winchesters meant everything.

She had always known she was a Dean girl. She remembered how she had a crush on Sam, Cas, Gabriel, Crowley, Kevin, even John for God's sake (you were quite the fan girl), but could not deny how Dean always came first. No matter what. Living with him in real life now, she completely fell in love with him.

The fact that she has spent years with the man, been through hell and back literally. Been ripped apart, disappointed in Sam for letting go, and did everything in her power to find him when he poofed along with Cas to purgatory. The first time he had died due to Lillith's hellhounds was no easy deal either. She had cried rivers, and hopped into her own Baby going solo. She then proceeded to recklessly threw herself into every hunt there was with no break or sleep whatsoever as she grieved. Sam had always noticed things like these and was aware of her intense bond with his brother, but being the gentleman he is, never shared this with her, let alone with Dean.

Deep down she believed that Dean belonged with Lisa. They made the perfect family with Ben. Even though it ached to be away from him, she told herself again and again that when you love 'em, you gotta let 'em go.

Recently, the gang has been going through the worst of times ever.

Every night when she shuts her eyes, she finds herself back in the dark, dirty surroundings, covered in bruises, cuts and broken bones with Metatron smugly staring down at her before vanishing as Dean coughs up blood and falls forward into Sam's arms.

Her breath comes out in pants, as her head feels like it suddenly weighs a ton, her body starts to flush as if burning at a 100 degree Celsius, vision blurring with tears that also burn and her heart starts to beat so loud that it makes her violently shake.

It's happening again, Mariam and Sam are going to lose him again, and each time it got harder and harder to get him back. No more deals, no more tricks. This was it.

She trembles as Sam's pleading voice sounds like it's coming from far away. As if she was submerged deep under dense water.

"Dean… Dean. You can't do this! We were just becoming brothers again! DEAN!"

It all fades, but it doesn't go away. She remains in this seemingly eternally long moment suspended in her existence. She slowly topples onto the ground, now kneeling. Her legs gave up on her. She is level with the boys now.

Desperately and weakly she manages to clutch on Dean's left hand which is covered in his own blood from touching the gaping wound in his chest.

He looks at her… He really looks at her. Gazing deep into her soul and instead of remaining strong in his last moments like she did in the past with Sam's, she breaks. She could never lie to Dean, no matter what happens. Instead of gaining strength she loses everything in his stare.

Without him she is weak, and as each moment passes she loses more of Dean as he drifts away.

Until he turns his head, and she cries so much she starts to convulse and grab onto his shoulder not letting go.

"I'm proud of us…"

With a jolt she wakes up. She doesn't sweat, or scream or thrash or anything. Never the one to have nightmares before. Always getting 6 hours of sleep. The more tired she would be, the less she'd remember her meaningless dreams.

When it comes to Dean it's always different though, isn't it?

As a result she started sleeping less and less.

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"Come on, sweetheart… Your Dean Bean wants to play."

The relentless thuds of his fists onto the closed, locked door angrily echoed throughout the bunker, accompanied by the loud shrill of the blazing alarms and red lights.

Mariam had never been so scared in her life.

Dean Winchester, the man she loved to the moon and back. The one who could give her all the strength and motivation she needed for anything just by a simple look or touch or maybe by one of his gorgeous smiles.

The same person frightened her to the core at this instant in time.

All because of one simple point; she couldn't hurt him.

She just couldn't do it no matter what he did and all he wanted to do right now was kill her.

Not before brutally torturing and mercilessly mutilating her of course.

"Don't be like this Mariam. You know you're family right? I love you. Now open this door beautiful. Let me come in. I just want to see you. I miss you! Come on!"

Each word was linked to a kick or slam to the door.

Her room had the sturdiest doors in the bunker.

"I want you to be as safe as possible Mariam. You're taking this room and that's final." Those were his words when we first found the place.

Despite of the strong doors, after all, they weren't a match for a demon, let alone a Knight of Hell.

Her worst nightmare was about to get much, much worse.

With a loud bang, Demon Dean had proudly stepped in, his brown boots brushing the dust away and kicking off the pieces of the door.

He flipped his oddly fluffy hair, which was so unlike Dean and slowly walked over to her zombiefied form with attitude and arrogance coming off of him in waves.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'll always find you Mariam. You can't run from me."

Each word brought him closer and closer to her. She was frozen to the spot.

"You can't run from this… Who I am. Accept it."

He slammed both his hands against the wall, helplessly trapping her as she blankly started up at him. She hadn't slept for weeks, all she and Sam did was research, research and some more research and running around finding his Demon ass. She was out of energy.

"Did you hear me? ACCEPT IT. I'm a demon. Your Dean's a demon."

Watching his eyes flash raven caused a spark to rise in her, fire burning strong. Mariam was no wounded animal.

"You, are nothing but demon filth. You are not Dean. Nor will you ever will be. Did YOU hear ME? You son of a bitch."

That line cost her a broken nose, as her head flew to the side.

He squeezed her chin in his rough, strong hands. The same ones that would hold her up when she needed it, make her food, play with her hair. Always so delicately and sweetly. This time he was hurting her. He gave a psychotic tight lipped smile as he said, "Oh but I am Mariam. I'm the new and improved version. With zero guilt. Who takes care of himself and himself only, that's what you always tell me to do isn't it? You have to put yourself first Dean, we need you to be okay." He mocked her voice at the end of it.

"Fuck you… I have nothing else to say to you. You're not Dean AT ALL. You called Baby just a car. You hate pie and burgers. You're trying to kill your own brother. You act like a baby with gay hair. You're a freaking cliche villain that's not even original."

He kept punching and punching, this time not stopping. Her head flew from one side to the other. Until she couldn't hold herself up anymore and weakly slid down the wall.

He made her look up at him and she smirked, chuckling at him, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

Truth be told, deep down she was scared shirtless, not of death. It wouldn't be the first time she died. Supernatural world yo, get with the times! She was more frightened of the thought of Dean having to live with the fact that he put an end to her and possibly Sam, but she absolutely did not show it. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Oh darling that's a dumb question. You're supposed to be smarter than that. Am I making you uncomfortable?"

She just glared at him through the pain.

"Like I said, you're a typical, boring bad guy. Fucking pathetic."

"You don't get to call me pathetic Mariam."

With that said, he let go and let her roughly crumble to the ground groaning in pain and cursing him.

"I was thinking about scooping your pretty brown eye balls out and squishing them with my shoes Kill Bill style, or you know what? Maybe I should just pluck each and every one of your luscious long hair. What do you say?"

She coughed out some blood in response. Her sight was blurring, she had lost too much already. After all it was her blood that was being used in curing him.

"That's exactly what I thought."

Her vision had dark spots and the last thing she saw was Dean hearing Sam's voice and running out, as she slipped into unconsciousness.

The Mark of Cain had to go and soon…

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