The next morning was not kind to Dean Winchester. He woke up in his bed back in the Men of Letters bunker, tucked in with only his shirt and underwear. Normally, he would consider how he had got there, but his head throbbed so badly that moving his eyeballs created an incredible amount of pain. Dean curled up into a tight ball under the blankets, hoping to block away from any intrusive thoughts about what had happened the day before. Did he really try to kiss Cas? Did Cas really try to kiss him? Did he actually…ugh…stroke Cas's thigh. God, what had happened to him that made him think that that was ok.

He wasn't into Cas. He liked females, women, ladies, chicks…whatever name you can give to the fairer sex.

Though that said…he wasn't against that time when Cas threw him against the wall to stop him running to Michael or the slight, and he meant slight, flirtatious undertones they both gave out to each other. Just thinking of these instances made his heart rate increase, and his mouth stretch into a childish grin.

What? No, Dean, no! Be normal! Be that person you have always been.

"Dean!" Sam called from the other side of the door. The extra pounding made from the knock did not help the intense, ache inside his forehead.

"It is nine, get up!"

Dean groaned as he pulled himself tighter under the covers. The pounding on the door was relentless.

"Sam, go away! I have a hangover from hell. Let me sleep."

The pounding stopped. "Thank God," Dean said. It was only for a second, though, because Sam's voice called again.

"Ok, fine, but don't complain that you didn't get a bacon bagel…"

It was all he needed to say to get the shuffling on the other side of the door into motion. Sam smiled since he knew he was going to die when Dean realised that there was only coffee and cereal awaiting him.

XXX

"Ugh, where is the bacon…" Dean began as he stumbled into the kitchen, with sunglasses sliding off his nose and one hand clutching his head.

He looked around at the empty table and the other two hunters staring at him.

"There is no bacon bagel, is there?"

"Nope."

Dean was too tired to be angry. There was just enough energy to show disappointment on his face.

"Then I am going back to sleep." He turned around to go back to his room.

Sam hopped up and grabbed his shoulder before he could leave. "Nah, you're not." He dragged his brother back into the room and handed him a glass of water with a pill.

Dean was more than happy to gulp it down.

"What we are going to do is that we will do our own separate investigations. Dean, you so desperately wanted to find to Aryan Harrison, great. I will interview down at Cupid's Arrow, and Cas can stay here and do some research about the engravings on the heart."

"'Kay," Dean said, more than ready to put space between himself and Cas. Could it be possible that he was hit with the same thing as the other victims? Was it a powerful cupid's arrow of sorts that made them fall…ugh, did he actually have to admit it? Apparently not, since he was brought back into reality when his brother said:

"Anyway, we should probably start."

XXX

Dean stumbled along back to his room to grab his things for the much-needed shower. He sluggishly dragged his towel behind him with one hand and the other holding his clothes tightly against his chest.

It didn't take him long to strip and hop into the shower. He turned it on extra cold, and just sat on the floor. The water cascaded down his shoulders as he allowed his brain to reset.

He had had hangovers in his life, but this time, this time took the cake and the cherry on top as well. At least the pill began to work its magic.

Dean went into a type of daze, his head empty and completely void of all worries, just as he liked it. No thoughts in or out, only the sound of the shower to calm him down. Dean liked this. It was the only place when no-one barges in demanding answers through tears or horrific news to be told. It can all wait until he is done.

He finally forced himself to turn off the taps and to ready himself for his next hunt.

He dried off his hair and faced the mirror. Something caught his eye. On his chest, over his heart, there was a pulsating glow of gold. It was barely visible, but he could see the dimly glowing light.

"Shit." He whispered as he covered his chest.

XXX

An hour later, Dean had arrived at the edge of the forest. Many hikers had banded together for a relaxing stroll across the trail to the viewpoint.

No matter how many plaid shirts covered his chest, he still felt like everyone could see the pounding light shine through his shirt. They couldn't. They were all blissfully unaware of the real horrors that might befall them, they could be the next one to die. Who knows?

Dean took another path away from the mountain top to rather the darker side of the forest. He didn't know exactly where it was, but he knew it would be away from the typical tourist routes.

There had been rumours about this part of the forest. It was the usual 'it is haunted by a ghost of a dead serial killer' or the other 'a woman who took her own life because she was morning the loss of her husband'. Maybe they were right, except it was the most horrifying thing yet: human tendencies

Past gone were the leaves filtering in the sun, only now was the drenched mush of decaying, grey plants fighting each other to the right of sunlight. Dean was not going to lie, the deathly quiet of the place creeped him out.

Another hour had gone, and it was at this point he was going to give up. Just pack it in and go home, hoping the others did not have a wild-goose chase.

But, of course, conveniently, he spotted smoke wafting from a brick chimney from ahead.

This has to be it. I hope to God that this is it. Dean pulled out his gun and cocked it. He held it tightly in his hands, just in case it was needed. He quietly stepped towards the cabin.

Dean was expecting the usual abandoned cabin look: the whole cobwebs in the corners and splinted floorboards, maybe the occasional dirtied window pan, yet the place was spotless. It actually looked like Jody's cabin, just without any electricity.

Dean walked up the steps towards the door, looking around for any traps, and keeping out of sight of the windows. His plan was to do what he always did. Barge in and hope for the best. Yet, again, to his surprise, the door opened up by itself.

Dean pulled the gun up and aimed it at the door when a thin, gaunt figure appeared.

"I have been expecting for this to happen," Aryan Harrison said. "I suppose you should come in."

XXX

Dean lowered his gun and looked at the man with surprise.

He looked like the complete opposite to Ray: tall, thin with shaggy black hair and pale skin. He stepped back to allow Dean to come in.

"I assumed you are here to kill me." His voice was deadpan, devoid of any emotion, or at least positive emotion. "I won't blame you if you do."

"I am here to find some answers," Dean said.

Aryan sighed. "I suppose you are. I will tell you everything. It is not like it matters anymore."

"What?"

Another sigh.

"Just come in, and I will explain everything."

Dean was sceptical, but he had walked into worse traps than this. And, anyway, Aryan was a human, or at least he thought he was. It could be a lot more horrific, he supposed.

He gingerly walked into the room, gun still clutched in his hands. It was a simple place, the cabin. No décor or excessive objects. Just a small gas stove, a sleeping bag and two stools.

"Make yourself comfortable." Aryan pointed to one of the stools. "And I will tell you everything."

Dean sat down on a peeling bottle-green stool that had seen better days. Aryan sat down and began the story without any wish of getting to know who Dean was.

"It all began ten years ago when I first met her. She had just arrived in town from New York, wanting to move away from the big city life to work on her novel. I saw her around this time, the Festival of Love. She was wearing a green dress with sparking clips in her hair. I fell in love within an instant. Unfortunately, my brother did as well.

"He was always the most popular in everything. Maybe it was due to the fact he was named after a famous author and I was named after a genocidal race that set us on our course in life. He had all the girls he ever could have dreamed of. He was the one with the college fund and went on to be a football coach to some school out east, while I was lucky to get a job at the grocery store. At least I finally managed to get in the army, away from Arrowsmith.

"Anyway, I was tired of my brother going first, so I went and introduced myself. She did the same and from then on, we dated for about a year. Our relationship ended when I went off to Afghanistan. We didn't break up before, but our relationship just didn't work out. We both loved each other so much, but it just happened to not work in our favour. Somehow, she was with my brother. She was having trouble with relationships and went to a dating agency. My brother 'happened' to be there and somehow, they went on a 'blind date' The day I got back, she told me that she was engaged to him. The worst part was that they expected me to be just as excited as they were."

Aryan stopped, giving himself time to think, and how to say it without emotionally breaking down.

"Anyway, I went on as if we never happened. I was the best man and supposed godfather to the child she was expecting three years later. Except it didn't happen. She miscarried in her second trimester. It turns out she wasn't able to have children. It was then how our affair began. She pitched up to my house, crying. What was meant to be comfort turned into…well…sex.

"For the last six years, we managed to keep this under wraps, meeting out of town, booking into motels, coming to his cabin. She used excuses that she was visiting publishers and my excuse was that I was in and out of Iraq. It worked perfectly. My brother was gullible; never knew anything that was happening around him most of the time.

"A couple of days ago, I proposed that we elope to Hawaii, I had enough funds, and she had her book deals, we could make it, but she said no. She told me that it was time we stopped. She said that she was in love with me but she made an agreement, till death do them apart. She told me that I had to stop my dreaming and realise that the most we were ever going to get was going to the city for a weekend. She left the bar, breaking my heart yet again. I was angry until I realised what she said. 'Till death do us apart.'"

"So, I spent some time thinking on my plan to kill him, not even stopping to think that he was my brother. One day I happened to pass their house and I felt this incredible anger within me. I stopped, hopped out and grabbed my gun from the boot. I smashed through the door to see them sitting quietly watching a movie.

"I pointed my gun at them and shouted. I don't remember what I said, but I remember the aghast look on Georgie's face and the confused on my brother's one. She tried to stop me, but I shot my brother point blank in the stomach. She was scared, even when I tried to tell her it was for our own good. She tried to pull the gun away from me, but I didn't let go. We battled until I smashed her head on the corner of the counter. I felt my heart breaking, physically hurting me. So, I ran here.

"Now I came here to sit and to wait until someone showed up to arrest me or to kill me. Though the latter is the most appealing at the moment."

He stopped, his head bowed, ashamed of his actions.

Dean was quiet. All this information, and only a tiny bit relevant. He must have been hit with this other arrow and his love for this girl drove him crazy enough to kill. Dean had seen it before. Yet there was only one question he had to ask.

"When you first saw Georgina, did your heart fell physical pain? Like it suddenly burst into flames."

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

"Just a guess." With that, Dean got up and wordlessly left the depressed man to his final days.