Sam didn't think about or pay Angelisa much attention as he fought with Dean to get him into the back of the Impala. When he went around the corner, Angel forced herself to get up and follow him. Her head pounded with a head ache and she stumbled a few times, but she managed to stay upright. Once Dean secured inside the Impala, she took her phone out of her pocket and when Sam turned to grab a bag out of the old truck he had come in Angel threw the phone into the back seat with Dean. Dean looked down at the device before looking up and catching sight of Angel as she slunk behind a nearby dumpster. He smiled and gentle nudged the device under the seat where Sam wouldn't be able to see it when he came back.

Angelisa scowled as she watched Crowley appear near the truck Sam had driven in with. Apparently Crowley had made a deal with Dean's brother after Dean and Crowley had had their little disagreement.

"A pleasure doing business." Crowley stated as he held out his hand for the blade in Sam's hands.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Sam asked as he glanced between the blade and Crowley hesitantly. Crowley shrugged.

"Toss it into a volcano, leave it on the Moon. I'll get creative. Believe me, I don't want Dean getting his hands on the precious any more than you do. Your brother knows I ratted. He tends to hold a grudge. I don't want to get...Boned." Sam sighed, but handed the demon the blade while Dean watched, scowling from the car.

"This doesn't make us square. If I see you again -" Sam threatened, but Crowley seemed far from fazed. A far cry from when Dean threatened him. Apparently Dean was the scary one of the duo.

"Oh, stop it, Samantha. No one likes a tease." Crowley taunted before he disappeared, blade in hand. Sam sighed and turned back to the car and climbing into the driver's seat. Dean watched Angelisa as Sam pulled out of the parking lot. He wasn't worried about her being on her own. She had been fine before him and she was more than dangerous enough on her own to be fine till she found them again back at the bunker. Dean watched from the rear window as she came out from her hiding spot and headed back toward the back of the building.

When the Impala was far enough down the road, Angel slipped from her hiding spot and went back to the rear of the building. Trenton was still slumped against the car. He acted like he was passed out when he heard her approaching, but Angel knew better, she could see the way his eyes twitched and the small, fidgeting movements that his fingers made. She squatted down a foot in front of him, far enough away that she could counteract any last tricks he thought he had up his sleeve.

"You can quit acting now, they're gone and I know you're awake." Trenton's eyes slowly opened and he glared at her.

"What do you want? You going to finish me off for your boyfriend?" Angelisa smiled as she shook her head.

"No, he left you alive for a reason." Trenton groaned as he shifted his position.

"The next time you want someone knocked off, call a professional. We tend to get things done without allowing people to create a vendetta."

"And lastly, I would advise not going after Dean again. Next time you might not be so lucky as to have him in such a giving mood." Angel stood up and pulled Trenton's gun from her pocket before laying it on the ground. The clip was still on the other side of the lot, Angel didn't fear Trenton getting to it before she could get around the building to the truck Sam had left behind.

After searching out and removing the tracking device that Trenton had placed on the truck, Angelisa drove to the bar a couple towns over where she had left her own car. Once in her own car she had access to her computer and the website that she could track her phone GPS with. The car had been heading south for hours. It was another several hours before the signal suddenly dropped off the map just inside the Kansas state line.

Hoping her phone hadn't been found, Angelisa pushed down hard on the accelerator, rocketing down the interstate toward Kansas. It was a little less than an eleven hour round trip before Angelisa pulled up to where the phone had last given off a signal. It meant that the phone had either been turned off or Dean was within a mile from her current location. Angelisa kept her eyes open as she drove through the middle of nowhere. She hadn't seen any type of buildings for a couple miles as she drove along side barren fields on a dirt road more suited to tractors than cars. The other side of the road was edged by a small mountain range. She was almost ready to give up and return to town when she spotted something strange up ahead. It almost looked like an old, abandoned factory building, but had a well worn path that lead around back.

Angelisa drove a couple more minutes down the road before pulling off the road and doubling back on foot. She followed the worn path cautiously and found Dean's Impala parked outside a stairwell that lead down to a reinforced metal door. It was the only way inside that she had seen and she wasn't liking her odds of making it inside without tipping off someone that she was there. Angel took a deep breath before trying the handle, she was half surprised when it opened and with only a low creaking noise. When the door opened enough for her to get through Angelisa slipped inside and slowly closed the door behind her. She turned to look around her and was shocked to not see an abandoned factory building in disrepair, but some sort of bunker. The door she had come through was the entrance to a balcony that over looked a large room with a table in the center.

Angel quietly crept down the staircase and walked along the wall to a doorway. She held still and listened hard to hear anything that was going on. From where she stood she could see that the other doorway in the room lead to a kitchen type area and she doubted she would find Dean in there, so she slipped into the other hallways and began walking down the corridor. She walked passed at least a dozen doors and down the curve of the hallway before it came to a 'T'. She stood still, listening intently. She could hear someone talking down to the right, she quietly crept down the hall freezing when she heard a pained groan coming from the same place.

There was a room further down the hall that didn't have a closed door, the door was open allowing her hear what was going on inside. She moved closer and peaked inside to see a room full of shelving units packed with musty boxes and files. One unit was pulled away from the others and revealed Dean tied to a chair inside a weird looking symbol on the ground with Sam standing over him with an empty syringe in his hand. Angel ducked out of the room as Sam started to move, she quickly moved to the next closest door and silently slipped into the thankfully unlocked room. She listened to what she presumed to be Sam slamming the metal door behind him and walking away down the corridor that Angel had walked through just minutes before.

Angel waited a minute, making sure Sam wasn't coming right back before she slipped back out of the room and entered the door that he had closed on his way out. Angel crept into the room and closer to Dean who was still sitting in the chair, sweating and groaning from whatever his brother had injected him with. Dean looked up at the noise with a glare, expecting to see Sam. He was surprised when he saw Angelisa, but was grateful none the less as his eyes focused on her.

"Dean!" She whispered as she hurried into the room.

"Hey, Angel" Dean ground out.

"Took you long enough." Dean attempted to tease with a strained laugh as Angel set to work on the cuffs that kept him in the chair.

"I could only get so close with the signal on the phone, I was on my own once the signal died." She explained as she picked the cuff's lock. The cuffs popped open, allowing Dean to move and rip out of the ropes that had been holding him in place since Sam had dragged him inside the bunker. Dean quickly grabbed Angel by the waist and pulled her up for a deep kiss. She moaned into the kiss before Dean pulled away with a little smile.

"I'm so glad to see you." He said.

"Thought you'd be." She replied as she took a step back to leave. Dean cleared his throat making Angel turn back to look at him, still standing in place within the circle at his feet.

"Mind letting me out?" He asked as he cocked an eyebrow. Angel looked at him confused before looking down at the paint on the floor.

"You telling me that a little paint is holding you captive?" She asked and Dean scowled.

"Not once you break the line." He replied, gesturing to the outer line of the circle at Angel's feet. Angel rolled her eyes, but brought out her knife to scratch a thick line through the paint, breaking the seal and allowing Dean to move out into the rest of the room.

"Much better." He grinned as he pulled Angel to him, leading her out of the room and back into the corridor.

"It should be a couple minutes before Sam notices I'm gone." Dean said as he almost blindly moved through the halls, his eyes only leaving her to flicker to one thing or another as they walked stealthily through the bunker. Dean lead her to the kitchen, leaving her in the middle of the room as he walked over to one of the drawers, pulling it open and began rummaging through it. Angelisa waited quietly as Dean picked up a cleaver from the drawer, looking it over before something else caught his attention. He dropped the cleaver back into the drawer and picked up a claw head hammer instead. Dean turned to Angelisa with a grin, but Angel didn't grin back.

"Dean he doesn't know your free yet, let's get the hell out of here before he figures it out." She urged but Dean just shook his head as he looked at her, almost as if he was disappointed.

"Dean! Please! I don't want to lose you!" She pleaded and that brought Dean pause. He'd never heard her beg, not when she thought he was going to kill her, not in a moment of passion, never.

"That's exactly why I have to do this. If I don't stop him he's going to chase us down till he gets what he wants and there's only one way to make sure that never happens." Dean stared into Angel's eyes to make sure she understood what he was saying. She sighed, but nodded before looking away.

"What do we need to do?" Dean grinned and quickly kissed her again before straightening up.

"Follow my lead." Dean says before yelling out.

"Come on, Sammy! Don't you want to hang out with your big brother? Spend a little quality time?" Dean gently leads Angel by the elbow across the main room to the same hallway she has started her search for him in. Angelisa follows Dean as he stalks down the hall eyeing the doors, looking for something. They reach the 'T' in the hallway where Angel had first heard Dean when Dean cocks his head a little and back tracks to the last door they passed. Dean looks over the door before he suddenly kicks it open. Angel flinches a little from the loud 'bang' the door gives but moves closer to look. Inside was obviously a bedroom. A bed in the middle of the back wall with a desk to the left, a record player next to it. Guns hung from the wall, the only sort of 'decoration' to the room. It was plain and simple and oddly enough, completely Dean.

Angel didn't get much of a chance to look over the room before the lights went out, leaving flashing red bulbs for lighting and an annoying alarm sound throughout the bunker. Dean slowly turns to look at the flashing bulb and down the hall with a small smile, almost like he was proud of the display.

"Smart, Sam! Locking the place down. Doors won't open. I get it. But here's the thing; I don't want to leave! Not 'til I find you!" Dean yells and Angel has lost all her nerve. She was only a gun for hire, she was used to the kill, the blood, the mess, the clean up. Her job was simple, get the target within your sights and pull the trigger, not this. She didn't raid a building and search out it's occupants. Dean seemed totally at ease with the turn of events though and for the first time Angel wondered what Dean's past must have been like that this didn't faze him.

There was noise down the hall that caused Dean to start in it's direction. Angel followed quietly, pulling the knife she had hidden in her jacket. She felt ashamed to be scared. She had been taught and trained better than this, but in the face of a siege she was shaken to the core.

"Sammy! You're just making this worse for yourself, man! Oh, by the way, you can, uh… blame yourself for me getting loose. All that blood you pumped into me to make me human… Well. The less demon I was, the less the cuffs worked. And that Devil's Trap? Well, I just walked right across it. It smarted, but still." Angel looked at Dean confused, but he simply pressed his fingers to his lips.

Dean knew exactly where he was going as he lead Angel back through the maze of hallways to a room she couldn't be sure if she's passed or not. Dean yanked open a drawer and shook his head when he noticed something about the contents of the drawer. He slammed it back shut and stalked back out of the room. As they moved through the hall the alarm got louder, indicating they were getting closer to the source of the noise. Dean paused as he was about to round a corner, turning back to Angel before ushering her back down the hall a little ways. He threw open a door and pushed her inside.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." Dean spun on his heal, shutting the door behind him as he left.

"Dean!" Angel called, but it was already too late. He had already shut the door, leaving her alone in some barren room with only bookcases full of dusty objects. She didn't dare follow him, knowing she wouldn't be able to find him in the confusing layout of the bunker, he had left her there for a reason and he knew where to find her. She looked around the room apprehensively, looking for another weapon if she needed one. She still had her gun but she knew better than to shot it in such a confined space, she didn't want to accidentally shoot herself, she wasn't like Dean, she wouldn't be able to heal in a matter of seconds.

Dean hadn't been gone long when the alarm suddenly stopped. The bulbs stopped flashing red, returning to the normal yellowish, white color they had been earlier. Angel froze as she listened to the deathly silence that was suddenly very prevalent. She didn't hear talking or fighting, she didn't even hear the sound of heavy boots on the tile floor. It was completely silent, at least for a couple seconds before there was a loud bang of what she guessed to be a door and the metallic sound of something metal hitting the floor. Then there was shouting, Sam voice raised, she guessed talking to Dean but his voice was too muffled by the space and doors between them and Angelisa for her to make out what all was being said.

"Listen to me, Dean! We were getting close, okay? I know you're still in there somewhere. Just let me finish the treatments." Her heart started pounding again in her chest and she renewed her searched for a better weapon. Treatments, that's what Sam had been doing to Dean? The 'treatments' must have been what had caused the pain Dean had obviously been feeling when she'd heard him yell out and what had been making him groan and sweat when she had been able to get close enough to free him from the little makeshift prison. There was a pause when Angel couldn't hear anything, but then there was a the sound of breaking wood.

"You act like I want to be cured!" She heard Dean yell before the sound of more breaking wood.

"Dean, stop that! Look, I don't want to use this blade on you!" Sam shouted.

"That sucks for you, doesn't it? 'Cause you really mean that!"

"Look, if you come out of that room, I won't have a choice!"

"Sure you will! And I know which one you'll make. Isn't that right, Sammy? But see … Here's the thing: I'm lucky. Oh, hell, I'm blessed! 'Cause there's just enough demon left in me that killing you? Ain't no choice at all."

"Sammy?"

"Come on, Sammy! Let's have a beer, talk about it. I'm tired of playing. Let's finish this game!" Angel could hear footfalls coming, but couldn't tell if they were Dean's or Sam's as she hunkered down behind the door to the room, her knife held at the ready in case Sam came in the room. The footsteps passed the room quickly before another set followed. These slower, a little heavier as they made their way toward the door. Angel held her breath as she heard them stop outside the door, the handle turning in front of her as she readied herself.

She almost lunged at him, but let out a breath when she saw it was Dean. He gestured with his hand for her to follow him and she did, quickly and as quietly as he did. His pace didn't change, he was calm and unhurried. His body not giving away anything about what was going on beyond his stony exterior. Dean slowed even more as he came to a curve in the hallway, he motioned for Angel to stay put, lifting her arm with the knife in front of her. She nodded and swallowed back her unease as she readied herself for anything. Sam was only human, his size would give him an advantage, but Angel knew what she was doing, she would be able to put up a hell of a fight if she had to.

She heard his footfalls maybe thirty seconds before she saw his shadow approaching the corner in front of her. Angel braced herself, tightening her grip on the knife and squaring her stance as Sam came closer. Sam was surprised when he stepped around the corner and found the girl from the bar standing in front of him instead of his brother. She smiled from behind the knife she held at the ready.

"Hello, Sam." She said. Sam almost lowered the knife he was holding, but felt the presence behind him just in time to duck as Dean swung the hammer at his head. Sam dodged, seeing the hammer lodged in the wall where his head had once been. Sam didn't give Dean any time to retrieve the weapon before he was placing the knife at Dean's throat, positioning Dean so that Sam could see the girl behind Dean, preventing her from attacking him. Dean smiled as he looked at Sam, not the least bit fazed by his current position.

"Well … Look at you. Do it. It's all you." Dean taunted. Sam kept his focus on his brother, but that didn't stop him from noticing how Angelisa tensed up, the coil of her body becoming tighter as she prepared to make a move. Sam also spotted something else when his glance had flickered over Dean's shoulder. Sam took a small step back, removing the knife from Dean's throat. Dean smiled, eyes turning black at the same time the girl relaxes just a tad. When Dean takes a step forward neither of them were expecting or prepared for Cas has he appeared in front of the girl and grabbed Dean from behind. Sam bobbed around Dean and Cas as they began to struggle and moved at the girl, trying to grab her arm before she got the chance to slash one of them with it. She surprised Sam with a hard kick to the knee that almost knocked him off balance before driving the knife downward. Sam managed to land a hit to the crease of her arm, stopping the momentum of the knife. She grunted before she was trying to twist away, going for another angle. This time Sam managed to grab her wrist, twisting till she dropped the knife onto the floor.

Being able to see Angelisa and Sam fighting made Dean fight harder against Cas, who was already having a hard time. Dean saw as Sam tackled Angelisa to the ground, getting her into a choke hold. She struggled harder for a few, long seconds before the lack of oxygen made her pass out while Cas kept speaking in Dean's ear.

"It's over." Cas said as his eyes glowed blue with the energy it was taking to keep Dean contained.

"Dean, it's over." Dean yelled out before he too lost consciousness.

Her head hurt, that was the first thing Angelisa noticed when she started to come to. When she tried to move her hands to rub at the sore muscles of her neck she found she couldn't move them. Her eyes flew open, darting around the room. She was in the same room Dean had been held in before, he was once again cuffed to the same chair, his head hanging low, trapped inside the repainted symbol on the floor. She fought to move, looking down to see her arms and legs tied to a chair of her own in the corner of the room.

Sam and the other man watched her from across the room, having heard her groan as she had started to stir. They watched as she started to struggle in earnest, the ropes biting into her wrists, leaving angry red marks. The man in the trench coat that she had last seen struggling with Dean walked toward her and she continued struggling with the ropes as she looked up to glare at him.

"Fighting the ropes is useless." He said as he came to a stop in front of her. Her fighting stopped, but she still stared defiantly up at him.

"What is your name?" He asked. She remained quiet, a snarky smile coming to her face. The man in the trench coat sighed.

"She has definitely been around Dean for a while." He muttered as he took in the smile, much like the one Dean would get when he would face down something he knew was a little too dangerous for him to be dealing with.

"Why don't you just continue to call me 'the girl'." She snarked as she looked passed the man in front of her to Sam still on the other side of the room.

"Why not Rosaline?" Sam asked. It was a name Crowley had mentioned during their conversation and he thought he'd surprise her by knowing her name, but was if fact the one surprised when her scowl turned vicious.

"That's not my name." She spat with so much venom that Cas took a step back away from the angry woman in front of him.

"Then what is it?" Cas asked, making Angel turn her scowl on him.

"None of your concern." She growled.

"We could always do this the hard way." Cas suggested as he turned to look at Sam. Sam sighed, but shook his head.

"No. If she doesn't want to tell us, let her be." Sam said and turned to the table that sat behind him. Opening a cloth that held two more syringes. He pulled out one and moved over the Dean. Angel's eyes darted between Sam, Dean, and the needle as he moved closer to the unconscious demon.

"What are you doing?" She demanded with a rough jerk to the ropes holding her in place.

"Getting my brother back." Sam said, not even sparing her a glance as he stabbed the needle into Dean's arm. Dean stirred, his body convulsing a couple time as whatever was in the syringe took affect. Dean's eyes opened as he released a shout, jerking at the cuffs that kept him in the chair as his eyes flashed black. Angel watched anguished as Dean struggled against his restraints, sweat pouring down his face as he groaned through the pain.

Sam left the room after a while, leaving Cas to watch over Dean and Angel. When the pain died down a little Dean gained enough control over himself to look up, glaring when he saw Cas, but his eyes softening when he saw Angel tied in the corner of the room. Regret and a different type of pain passed over Dean's face as he looked at her. He knew this was what she had been fearing, that Sam was going to take him away, one way or another.

"Why is she in here?" Dean rasped out as he turned to glare at Cas again.

"She attacked Sam." He replied coldly.

"She doesn't belong here. Let her go." Dean demanded, but Cas held firm.

"No. Not till Sam finishes the last dose." Dean scowled.

"She doesn't need to see what's going to happen. You got me locked up nice and tight. Let her go." Cas tilted his head as he analyzed Dean, seeming to compute something in his head.

"You care for her." Cas stated, seeming amazed at the thought.

"If I do will you take her out?" Dean demanded.

"No." Cas clammed up after that as Dean began to hurl insults and angry comments at him. The verbal battery continued when Sam returned to the room a while later. Sam glanced down at his watch, before looking over to Cas. Cas nodded and moved to stand behind Dean while Sam moved to the table and picked up the final syringe. Dean glared at his brother as he moved closer.

"Don't." Dean growled as Sam stopped in front of him.

"It's the only way." Sam said, Dean tried to lunge forward at the same time Cas grabbed a hold of his head, holding him still for Sam to administer the last dose of the cure while Angel renewed her fight against her restraints, tears forming in her eyes as she knew she was about to lose Dean.

Dean roared as Sam stabbed the needle into his arm, pushing the plunger down before yanking it out. The needle made another mark, just like the others on Dean's arm. Dean fought for a couple minutes before he stops, his head falls forward, his chin touched his chest. Everyone seemed to hold their breath for a long minute before Dean slowly raised his head, his black eyes fading to green as he blinked. Dean looked uncertainly at Sam and then at Cas when he walked around the chair to stand in front of Dean.

"You look worried, fellas." Sam quickly splashed Dean with holy water receiving no reaction, Cas and Sam seemed to release a collective breath of relief while Angel's heart moved into her throat as she fought back tears. They had done it, they had cured Dean. Sam smiled and quickly undid the cuffs so he could hug his brother.

"Welcome back, Dean." It's a long couple seconds before they seem to remember the woman tied up in the corner of the room. Sam and Cas give Dean a concerned look while he locks eyes with Angel. Angel chokes back the sob that's fighting it's way up her throat, barely able to contain herself as she stares him in the eyes.

"You guys mind giving us a minute?" Dean asks, not taking his eyes off Angel. Sam and Cas hesitate before slowly retreating from the room, closing the door behind them to allow Dean and Angel some privacy. Dean moves closer and gently unties the ropes from her wrists and ankles before stepping back to allow her to stand. Neither knows what to do as they stand staring at each other. Not knowing what else to do, Dean shifts uncomfortable as he looked at Angel, she can see flickers of emotions in his eyes, but his face remains void.

What was she supposed to do now? Was this Dean like the one she had come to know? Where were they supposed to go from here? She'd liked being a nomad with him, drifting from town to town, bar to bar. What would he be like now? Sure he had lived through the 'cure', but had she still lost him? Dean lifted a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing at the soreness that was there.

"Do you need a ride somewhere? Back to your car, into town?" He asked, unable to think of anything else that wouldn't send them into an emotional black hole. Angel bit the inside of her cheek as she felt her heart break in her chest a little more.

"That's it? Do I need a ride?" She asked, a single tear fell down her face but she turned her head away from him to try to collect herself as she quickly wiped it away. She refused to show him weakness.

"Did I really mean that little to you?" She whispered, she almost hoped he didn't hear her so he wouldn't give her the answer that would break her more.

"No." Dean said and Angel turned her head a little.

"No, you didn't mean little to me. Did you know demons aren't supposed to feel emotions? They're supposed to be emotional dead ends." Dean gently placed his hand on her arm, making her turn more to look at him.

"Angel I don't think you realize that you accomplished something that people thought was impossible. You made me care. I would have killed anything for you, done anything to make you happy." Another tear fell down Angel's face as two words stuck in her head.

"Would have?" She asked brokenly, she'd already done it, she'd lost him faster than she thought was possible. Dean looked pained for a second before he used his free hand to grab her other arm, turning her to look at him fully.

"That's not what I meant. My feelings aren't the issue here. I'm not a demon anymore. I'm not the same. There won't be anymore bar hopping from town to town, long days of drinking, murder and rolling in the sheets. I'm giving you an out." Angel looked at Dean in disbelief.

"You think I was sticking around for the booze and the sex?" She asked and Dean's gaze dropped to the floor, his grip becoming looser on her arms. Angel's temper flared as she ripped her arms away from him while Dean stood stock still, accepting her anger.

"I stuck around that first day because I thought you were going to kill me, after that I stayed because I wanted to, Dean!" She said as she stepped back away from him. Dean looked at her surprised.

"Do you think I would have come here, if that was all I wanted? I don't need someone to supply me with alcohol, I didn't need to stay with you to get sex. When I came after you, for all I knew your brother was going to kill me, but I came anyway to get to you, to save you from what you said you didn't want." Dean was stunned as he looked at the woman in front of him. No one had ever done that for him before. No one had placed him first in their list of priorities before when the motive hadn't been life or death. He didn't know how to react.

Before Dean knew what he was doing he stepped forward, grabbing Angel by her arms again and pulling her to him. He leaned down, melding his lips with hers. She was shocked at first, but quickly reciprocated the action, the kiss becoming hungry. The kiss went on till they were both gasping for air, but still clinging to each other.

"You deserve the warning..." Dean said as he gained his breath back.

"You should know, even as a human I drink too much, my temper gets out of control some times because of the mark on my arm, I'm not a good man, Angel. My job pushes me to the brink and sometimes I fall off the edge." Dean pleaded with her through his eyes, ashamed of himself, begging her to take the out and save them both while she still could. Angel had never been comfortable expressing emotions other than anger and indifference, emotions had been shunned her whole life. But for Dean she allowed herself to be soft, to be gentle as she reached a hand up to his face, making him look at her when she spoke.

"If I had wanted a saint I wouldn't have stuck with a demon and the King of Hell, now would I?" Dean let out a self depreciating chuckle before he let his head fall to her shoulder. He knew they were screwed, but he couldn't bring himself to send her away. If what he had felt for her had given him pause as a demon, what he felt now was like being hit by a mac truck. If she felt anything like he did, she wouldn't be able to leave. Dean fought with himself, reliving what had happened when he'd gotten too close with Lisa. He knew Angel was different that she knew how to protect herself, he would only need to teach her a few things. He had a knot in his stomach at the thought of allowing another person into his life, another person that would be caught in the crossfire.

Angel carded her hand through Dean's hair as his head laid on her shoulder. She had an idea of what he was thinking about. The same thing she had fought herself on for years, the same thing that had kept her moving and never getting close to anyone. She had thought that she had found someone that would never be taken from her, but even with that not being completely true anymore she knew she didn't have to worry about him like she thought she'd have to worry.

They both came to their silent conclusions, Dean slowly wrapping his arms around Angel, pulling her in close while she wrapped one arm around his shoulders while the other continued to card through his hair soothingly. They stood there for a long time, never moving, even when Sam had peeked in at one point to make sure they were still there. He had been astonished to find the two in such an intimate embrace. He'd quickly closed the door and disappeared once again down the hall.

They didn't know what the future would bring, they both feared and hoped, but for now that would be enough. They could both just them, slowly making the other more human than they ever hoped to be.