Dean couldn't sleep so he kept walking into Jordan's room to check on her about every five minutes. He finally gave up with trying to make it seem like he was only partially worried and pulled a chair from the kitchen into the room – breaking the salt line as he did – and sat by the side of the bed.

Jordan smiled to herself but tried to not let Dean know she was awake. The simple fact that dean was worried was enough to have her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't completely sure why… but, she had an idea of why. And her idea sorta scared her… because she knew… in this body… Dean would never be able to feel the same way about her.

The memories were so painful. Bela's snarky, bitchy personality had really all just been a shield against the pain. I she pretended like she didn't care about anything… like the only reason she had made the deal was so she could get rich after her parents death… she would actually start to believe it. But, now trying o change… it brought them back. Like they wanted to remind her of who she was. Of what she had done… it hurt. She didn't want to remember.

"Jordan!" Dean said shaking the trembling Demon, "Jordan, wake up!"

Jordan's eyes fluttered open, "Dean?" She whispered, breathing heavily.

"Hey, I'm here. It was just a dream" Dean brushed her sweat soaked hair out of her face.

"O god, I'm so sorry, "she sobbed, "I-I killed them… i-I shouldn't have. B-but she said sh-she could get rid of them. I-i-I couldn't t-take it anymore. O god, I'm sorry" she just rambled on.

"shh," Dean shushed her, "it's okay"

"b-but—"

Dean cut her off, "go back to sleep, " she shook her head, unwilling to sleep for fear the dreams would come again, "it's okay. I won't let the monster under the bed get you," Jordan involuntarily cracked a smile, "sleep" Dean placed a hand on the side of her face and instead of pulling away like he had somewhat expected, she rested her face in the palm of his hand. Jordan tried to keep her eyes open but her eyelids won out and she fell back to sleep her head still resting in dean's hand.

Sam watched this interaction in utter shock. Dean was actually being… nice? That wasn't like him to just all of a sudden decide he trusted someone. It took time… sometimes sam wasn't even sure if he had completely earned the trust back.

Sam watched as Dean sat back in the chair his hand still resting on the bed -- Jordan's head made it impossible to move it – and started to nod off.

Dean slowly pulled his hand out from under Jordan's head, leaving it to rest on the pillow. Sam noticed Dean getting up from the bed and crept off silently back to his room. He was sure if Dean caught him intruding on a private moment he'd never be trusted by his older brother again.

But Dean didn't get up from the bed. Instead, he readjusted himself so he could lay down next to Jordan. Never the gentlemen he remained atop the covers, giving Jordan her space and not wanting to be unwelcomed he kept his distance as he rested, never sleeping.

Dean watched her for the next six hours. She slept soundly for no more than twenty minutes at a time. Then the nightmares would act up again. Though she never woke, Jordan would begin to sweat and tremble, clutching at the covers. Dean rested his hand on her should every time, gently rubbing her arm and making 'shush'ing noises to lull Jordan back into a pleasant slumber.

He didn't know what she was dreaming about. Whatever nonsense she mumbled was lost on him. Dean would have to ask her, but only if and when the time was right. He'd have to admit it to himself at some time that he truly did care for her, on some level, and didn't like to see her tormented, in her sleep or otherwise. Though those were feelings better dealt with while he wasn't lying next to her. Another subject to tackle in the morning. Which wasn't far off.

Dawn broke sooner than Dean had expected. his head lolled off to the side as he slipped off to sleep. But, Jordan whimpered softly, bringing him back to consciousness. He rubbed her shoulder and she snuggled into his side. He started a bit – not completely expecting her to do that – then settled back down. Her forehead pressed against his side and he could feel the warmth through the covers and his shirt. Her fever seemed to be getting higher.

Dean moved to climb off the bed but, Jordan clutched at his shirt making it nearly impossible to move. He tried to pry her clammy hands from his shirt – even being sick and scared – she was strong. But, Dean was stronger and managed to remove her grasping hands.

He hurried to the bathroom to grab the thermometer.

"…and then the warren brothers who killed the father for the inherritence…" Sam said, "and now you" he finished.

"o my god" Bela mumbled.

"so who is was it Bela?" Dean came in leaning down, resting one hand on the back of her chair the other on the table in front of her, "hmm, who'd you kill? Was it daddy? Or maybe your little sis?"

"it's none of your business" Bela fought back the memories. She could tell them. Tell them everything. What he had done. How her mom never stopped him…but, they would still never understand.

"no…right. Well have a nice life, " he slapped her on the back, "you know whatever's left of it"

Jordan watched the scene as if she was another presence in the room. The hate in Dean's voice brought tears to her eyes. She found herself clutching at Dean. Bela had vanished and so had sam. She held onto his shirt with all the strength she had but he just pried them off and walked away.

"Dean!" she screamed, "Dean! Come back! I'm sorry!"

Jordan fell out of the bed, landing on the hard wood floor. The blanket was twisted around her legs. She trembled curling in on herself. She didn't even want to move. She wished she had never come back, she wished she had never been born. All she did was hurt people. People she cared for, people she never met, people wanting to buy some cursed object from her, all she did was hurt people. Especially Sam and Dean…she'd hurt them most of all.

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