A/N: Watching Supernatural and reading your guys' reviews are what keep me going, so thank you, even people who don't review, its just nice to know that people are enjoying this story. Alright, enough of the chick flick moments, let's begin. Oh shit, Sam gave Dean the prize from the Lucky Charms box, I'm cry.

"Dean, Dean, please wake up Dean." You say, shaking Dean even though its probably not the bestb thing for him, considering his situation.

You, Sam, and Dean were hunting a Djinn when you guys got separated, leaving you and Sam together and Dean by himself. That's when the Djinn got Dean and you and Sam have been looking for him ever since. You knew from the episode that he was in a warehouse, but the city you were in, there were thousands of warehouses and you knew you were running out of time. Thankfully, Sam's gut feeling said it was one specific warehouse, on the outskirts of town, his intuition was right and as grateful as you were, it hurt to see Dean so helpless, so vulnerable in your arms.

"Y/N, is that you?" He calls out.

Tears brim the corners of your eyes, "Yes it's me, we're here it's gonna be okay." You say, trying not to cry, trying to be strong.

"The... girl..." Dean says, he's slowly regaining consciousness, "see if the girl's okay."

Sam looks over to see the girl is still alive, from the looks of it she should be dead, but you know better, "Sam help her down but be aware, the bustard's probably still in here." You say, gently putting Dean down from his chains, taking the tubes out of his arms.

You hear him groan in agony, "I'm sorry Dean." You say, kissing him tenderly on the forehead, his blood and sweat leave a taste on your mouth but you don't care.

Just thenThe Djinn comes charging over toward you. You hear Sam yell out your name, but it's too late, the Djinn already has its had wrapped around your neck tightly. The Djinn tries to poison you but it let's you go, you drop to the ground on your knees, coughing profusely.

You look up and see Dean miraculously standing up with the little bit of strength he has, stabbing the Djinn in the back, killing it instantly. It explodes, Sam runs over to you two, "You guys okay?" He asks.

I look at Sam, who is helping Dean up, "I'm alright dude, I'm alright." Dean says, trying to shove Sam off, Dean never looked being looked after.

Sam checks on the girl, "She's still breathing, but barely." He says, dialing numbers on his keypad, I only assume, he's contacting ambulance.

I crawl over to Dean, and cradle him in my arms, "I thought I lost you." He says, caressing my cheek with his bloody hand. Sam gives us a quizzical look, but I know what he's talking about.

"It's okay, I'm right here." You coo.

It's been a few days since the Djinn and Dean still doesn't want to talk about it. You're riding shotgun with Dean while Sam snoozes in the back after another headache, we never mention it but Sam's visions have been getting worse and worse everyday, it's been at least five months since Ava's disparateness, by now the case has gone cold.

'Smoke on the Water' is playing on the radio, Dean's favorite. We haven't talked since the car ride except for a few brief words of exchange about what we're gonna eat or where the next turn is. Whatever Dean saw really frightened him.

"Dean," You say, calling out to him, "Dean I know you don't want to talk-"

"You're right, I don't." Dean snaps back.

Dean's never really snapped at you, so when he does you stay quiet and sink into the leather seating of the Impala.

"Look I'm sorry Y/N." Dean says, pulling over to the side.

"It's alright." You say wrapping your arm protectively around yourself.

"No it's not," Dean says, sighing while running his hand down his face, "you're just trying to be nice and show me some compassion, I shouldn't have snapped at you Im an ass."

You grab his free hand and scout a bit closer to him in the seat, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, "Yes you are an ass, and you shouldn't have snapped at me, but it's okay." You say looking him in those green eyes of his, right now they were a dark moss color because it was nighttime.

Dean pulls you closer to him, he tilts your chin up, you notice him starting at your lips with lust in his eyes and then looks back into your eyes, "In my dream, everything was normal," he says, his voice quivers as he begins his confession, "Mom never did in the fire, I had a normal job, Sam went to college, he was gonna marry Jess, I had a beautiful girl of my own " he says, caressing your cheek, he sighs heavily, "but dad was dead, Sam and I didn't get along, there was no trust, no love, and I was a monster, I mean the worse brother anyone could have, and you..." He says trailing off, not wanting to finish.

"What about me?" You ask.

Dean's kisses your temple, "You didn't exist in our lives, Sam never heard of you, I found you and you didn't recognize me, it's like we didn't matter to each other." He says, holding you closer to him.

"How would that make you feel, if I just disappeared one day?" You ask him.

Dean looks taken back by your question, "I would go to the end of the Earth for you." He says.

"Me too." Says Sam as he leans in to kiss you on the cheek.

"How much did you hear?" Dean asks, his voice going deep again, it always seemed soft when he talked to you, like his voice could break you.

"All of it," Sam says sighing, he places a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Im sorry you went through that Dean."

"It's alright Sammy." He says, patting his hand.

"But as I saying," Dean says, looking back at Sam, "before you so rudely interrupted us, we'd go to the ends of the Earth for you."

You feel something pull at your heart: guilt, joy, sadness, you're sure, possibly a combination of all three, because this gots against your plan of things to come. But you give both brothers a chaste kiss on the lips, "I have never met two people who are as brave and gallant as you two, you guys need to realize that, I love you guys." You say.

Both brothers look at you with warmth and compassion in their eyes, so much so it makes you want to cry. You know you can't back out of your plan now, no matter how much it'll hurt the boys, so you or on a smile.

"Whose hungry?" You ask.

"I'm starving, could go for some or right now." Dean said, starting up the car again.

"Dude, when are you not hungry?" Sam asks him.

"Shut your cakehole Sammy, you know the rules." Dean says, revving up his baby.

You recliner back in your seat, closing your eyes, listening to the boys banter, sleeps soon take you after that.

When you come to, Dean is on the phone with Bobby, he doesn't really call anyone else.

"Get me some pie!" Yells Dean, Sam had just gotten out of the car.

You rib the sleep out of your eyes. Your brain begins to register with your sight as you look upon the all too familiar dinner, it's the dinner that Sam gets abducted from.

T/N, you want anything?" Sam asks you, thankfully he hasn't left yet.

"Um yeah, but I'll go in with you." You say, bragging your bag that has your weapons and other material.

"What do you need that for?" Dean asks you.

"I think it's my time of-"

"Say no more," Dream says, raising his hands in surrender, "I copy, loud and clear."

You roll your eyes, and proceed to get out of the car, thankfully Sam is waiting for you to go in with him, otherwise there would be no point in you going in with him. You prayed that this plan of yours was going to work. You found an old symbol in one of Bobby's books, and as soon as you saw it, you knew that it was be the key in protecting the Winchesters from jump starting the apocalypse.

As you walk in the dinner looks perfectly normal, not a demon in sight.

"Hi honey, what can I get you?" The waitress at the counter asks, notepad ready.

"Hi can I get a cheeseburger, one of you chicken salads, two large orders of fries, three comes and a chocolate shake please." Sam's asks the waitress.

"How Gould you like your burger sweetie?" She asks him.

"Medium rare please." Sam replies.

The anticipation is killing you, you didn't realize you were holding your breathe until Sam turned around and kissed you on your lips.

"Name darling?" The woman asks

"Sam Winchester." He says.

And that's when you feel it happen, flickering lights, lighting outside, sudden quakes, "Y/N, go outside with Dean." Sam tells you.

You hold on to him, "No Im not leaving you."

Dark shadows, dark clouds begin to form around the small dinner, the customers and staff begin to panic but everything it's barred up nice and tight, no one is escaping. You heat faint whispers of someone calling out to Sam.

"Y/N, try and run!" Sam says over the people now screaming in agony. It's surprisingly not affecting you or Sam, but everyone else behind to collapse.

Sam begins to hold tight to you, and you to him along with your bag. You continue to pray that the sleeps works, everything is covered in darkness by now, you can't even see Sam.

"SAM!" You yell.

"Y/N!" Sam yells back.

You're both frantically trying to hold on to each other for dear life, but a sudden force pulls you apart, a scream so shrill, so disturbing goes through your body, you faint but before you do you can barely hear Sam yelling your name.

A/N: We are so close! It's funny because at the end of writing this, Run To Me by the Bee Gees came on and then it started playing Straight to Hell by the Clash. Anywho, thanks for reading, please leave a comment or if you don't feel like it just continue to enjoy the story, thanks for reading you lovely people. -T