Dean just stared like he had seen a ghost. He semi expected her to wake up, but not this soon. He sat there wide eyed for what seemed like an eternity, not daring to move. The girl watched him and tried to sit up, but immediately yelped in pain, the sudden movement irritating her wounds. Her yelp snapped him back to the present situation, and he stood up quickly and backed up to the door.

She sighed impatiently, and her look of pain turned into one of anger.

"Hello? Where am i?" she snapped, making Dean run his hand through his hair and look at the floor.

"Uh, you were attacked by a wolf." He stuttered, pausing when she let out a quiet gasp.

"I heard you scream from my backyard and found you pretty messed up. You need to just rest and relax for a while or those stitches will pop out." He finished, pointed at her wound.

She gently ran her hand across the now closed gash, wincing at the pain.

"I remember a wolf, but not much else." The girl whispered, suddenly looking down at her new attire and swiftly back at him.

He put his hands up in defence before she could say anything.

"Your clothes were practically shredded, and I didn't look… I promise!"

She rolled her eyes but giggled at the blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"What is your name anyway?"

He froze, the simple question throwing him off.

"Oh, uh, yea. My name is dean. What's yours?"

She pushed her long messy hair out of her eyes.

"Im Andrea.

"Dean, what did you do?" Evas shrill voice made him wince. He had shown up on her doorstep, sobbing and covered in blood.

"I.. " he sniffled, before breaking out in sobs again.

"Roman called and told me to bring you back to the house. What is going on?"

He shook his head and clutched at a pillow on her bed, staining it red.

"Cant go back. I cant."

"Dean quit being a baby and quit staining my furniture!" She rolled her eyes and flipped her long red hair over her shoulder. "Did you kill a bunny again or something?"

Dean wrapped his arms around himself, feeling an overwhelming urge to throw up. He couldnt unsee it, can't unlive it, Cant change it.

"Why dont you go to sami about this? He understands all this wolf stuff better."

He froze, his body turning to ice, His look speaking without words.

He watched her face turn from confusion to sheer horror, then disgust.

"You..monster"

He stood up, tears flowing freely down his face.

"I didnt know! I changed, and he- he was just….there and.. I.. I couldnt control…"

She slapped him hard across the face.

"You are a fucking monster! Who are you gonna kill next now that your best friend is out of the way?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Dean screamed, running his fist into her vanity mirror. He felt the warm blood drip down his knuckles, but his body was numb.

"Dean? Man snap out of it." Roman shook the smaller man lightly until Dean gasped, drawing in a shaky breath.

"Man are you alright? Are the memories getting to you again?" he nodded, his whole body shaking violently.

"Man You need to forget that you know Sami-"

Dean Shrugged Roman's hand off his shoulder and quickly headed to the door, gripping the handle with enough force to rip it from the house.

"Andrea needs some new clothes, i'm gonna go back to her cabin to see what i can find."

Roman gave him a sympathetic look and nodded. Dean shut the door and slammed his fist into his hand, fighting back angry tears.

He couldn't just drop it, and he couldn't just forget it. It was easy for people to tell him to just let it go, that Sami would understand, but nobody could understand the pain and agony that the blood on his hands would cause Dean.

And he couldnt stop. Every time he shifted it would happen again. Except this time. But why? Why the hell could he have enough restraint to stop himself from killing some random girl he had never seen before, but not have enough to spare his best friend, his brother.

Dean shrugged, seeing the small cabin in sight.

That burning question will forever haunt him, but he figured he would have enough time in hell to figure it out.