DEANNA'S POV

I said my goodbyes to Lisa and Ben. Crowley and I transported back to the field where I woke up. He said we needed to find ground zero. "Crowley, this isn't going to work. I could've been anywhere." He just shook his head at my comment. He bent down and picked up some soil, like some Native American shit. "This way." he said. He started walking to the east and I hesitantly followed.

We walked about forty-five minutes until we came to a clearing in the woods. There was dead, rotting corpses everywhere. The creepy thing was, they were demons. I could tell by the unbearable stench of sulfur. "These demons just let me kill them?" I said as I looked around. There was a sigil carved into the dirt at the dead center. "Yes, well, there's a benefit of having an army of demons doing whatever your heart desires. I should know." he said with a smirk.

I walked around the carving of the pentagram. There were symbols that I didn't recognize carved around it. "What exactly does the ritual do?" I looked at Crowley, who was staring at me. "Since Gabriel sent you to the alternate universe, there's now a slight tear in the vale. Bitch you, is trying to make that tear bigger. If Dean is doing the same thing on the other side, the end result will be you two become one. Since Dean's body is physically stronger, most likely you'll both be in his body. Since you two are practically the same person, you'll become obsolete. But your powers will be combined and nothing will be able to contain you. Not even Lucifer's cage."

I stood in shock for several minutes. Damn, bitch me is really... a bitch. I thought. I walked over and used my foot to make cut in the drawing on the ground. "How do we stop it?" I said to Crowley. He looked around at the bodies, then we made eye contact. "The process will be excruciating. Pretty much, we're tearing a part of you away," I nodded, "And another thing. It'll be much easier if we do it to both you, and Dean at the same time." I cocked my head in confusion.

All of a sudden, there was a bright light behind us. I turned around and shielded my eyes. Once the light was gone, I could see Dean on his knees. I ran over to him to see if he was okay. "I'm fine. I'm fine." he looked at Crowley, "Asshole, you told me it wouldn't hurt." I looked back at Crowley, who was shrugging his shoulders. "I lied. Don't act surprised, darling." he said. We both rolled our eyes at him while I helped Dean up. Dean wiped the dirt off his clothes, then looked at Crowley. "What now, douchebag?" he said.

I looked at Crowley too. I wanted some damn answers. Crowley rolled his eyes at us. "No appreciation with you lot. Fine, we're going to need a few things. Extremely rare things. I couldn't even get my hands on them." Dean and I exchanged looks. It was usually easy for Crowley to get what he wanted. They must be damn hard to find if he couldn't get them. "Okay? What can we do?" I said.

"Not something you can do." He pointed at our arms, "It's something the Mark can do." We both looked down at our arms and back up at Crowley. "What?" Dean said. Again, Crowley looked at us as if we were infants. "The ingredients we need are locked up in one of Lucifer's vaults. The only way we can find the vault is with the help of the Mark. I know the general area of the vault we need. When we're near it, your Marks will grow hot." Dean and I looked at each other and nodded.

Crowley looked at us. "Squirrel and Squirrelette, meet me in Arizona when you get the chance, will you? Oh, and try to not Hulk out while I'm gone?" He snapped his fingers and he was gone. I thought for a second about what we would have to go through in the next few days. "Do you think we'll need-" I started to say before I was cut off.

"No. I don't. We can do this ourselves. We don't need their help. They don't want anything to do with us, remember?" Dean said. I looked at the ground and nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the same grief on Dean's face. He started walking and left me behind with the bodies. Is he seriously that pissed at me for saying anything? What am I saying? If he said anything, I'd be pissed too. Man, it sucks working with yourself. I thought as I started walking.

It took us only about twenty minutes to get out of the woods, because we actually knew where we were going this time. When we reached the field, I finally spoke up. "We need their help. Dean, you're thinking the same thing I am. Why don't we try?" Dean put his hand on the Mark and looked down. "This is why, Deanna! God dammit, you don't think I want Sammy here? You don't think I want him here so I can say goodbye if this doesn't go our way? I do! I just- I just can't put him in danger again. As soon as we figured out what was happening, we should've split. As far away as possible. Now look what's happened! They hate us! They think we're damn monsters! And you know what? They're right, god dammit. They're right."

I stood for a few minutes with my mouth open. I didn't feel like that, so why did he? What did he go through, that I didn't? Then it clicked. "You remember, don't you?" I said as quietly as possible. He slowly nodded as a single tear fell from his left eye. "Wha- what was it like?" I treaded lightly. I didn't think he was going to answer until he took a deep breath, "It was worse than Hell. At least they were already dead. I remember... holding a lifeless baby in my hands as blood dripped from my mouth. I could hear the mother screaming, as I pinned her against the wall. I remember torturing parents as the kids watched... then leaving enough life in them to see me slaughter their children. I remember setting a crowded church on fire, and locking the people inside. I- I laughed as they screamed for mercy. And I couldn't do a damn thing. Not a damn thing. That's just the cliffnotes. I mean, I know I've always had something dark inside me... but... this was a whole new level of evil." he said. Now his tears were flowing, and my eyes were growing foggy also.

No wonder he thought what he did. Why wouldn't he? I was thankful I didn't remember any of it. Dean and I have been through so much shit over the years. Add it to the list. I walked over to him and rubbed his back. "It's going to be fine. We find Lucifer's vault, we can get rid of that part of us... forever." I said, trying to calm him. It took me several years to get Hell out of my mind, this is gonna take him longer to forget about. He quickly wiped the tears from his face and cleared his throat. "Okay... let's get to Arizona." he said. The next second, he was gone. "Soon. First, I have some things to take care of." I said to myself.

With a thought, I was in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. 'Singer's Salvage Yard' the sign in front of me said. After Bobby passed, all the hunters decided to keep everything essential intact. For a safe house location in case anyone needed it. I hoped no one was using it right now. I'm not exactly popular with the hunters at the moment. I walked up the rickety old stairs, to the front door. I walked in and yelled into the old house, "Hola? Anyone here?"

When I didn't hear anything, I walked in further to the living room. I went to the fireplace and to the one secret compartment I was looking for. I opened it up and inside was just what I wanted. The ingrediants for a spell. A spell so I can bring Sam here. I don't care what Dean says. If Sam can forgive him, then maybe he won't feel so shitty about himself. I drew the sigal on the hardwood floor and got everything else set up. I set the bowl in the center of the sigal and cut my hand down the center. The blood dripped into the bowl. Then I said, "Ex diversis mundi pariunt et sanguis." I lit the match and dropped it into the bowl. The bowl exploded into flame, and I waited.

There was suddenly a bright light in the center of the sigal. Once again I shielded my eyes, and waited for the light to disappear. When it finally did, I looked where the light had been. Sam was laying on the floor, flipping out. He looked like he was in the middle of sleeping. I really don't have the best timing. Whoops.

I ran over to Sam to calm him down. Once he saw it was me, he calmed down a bit. "Deanna? What the hell did you do?" he said. He was out of breath. I shrugged and helped him up. "I brought you to my universe. Look, Dean needs you. He's on the path of self destruction... again." I said. He looked at me like I had just kicked his dog. "Dean's here?" I rolled my eyes and walked over to the trunk on the far wall of the living room. I opened it and grabbed the essentials. Jeans, boots, a t-shirt, and a plaid over shirt. I threw them at him without even glancing at him. That seemed to annoy him a bit.

"Deanna, tell me what is going on. Now." he dropped the clothes next to him and stared at me with his bitch face. "Look, we're both back in control for the time being. The only difference is, Dean remembers everything from the past two months. Which means he remembers every horrible thing. Add on top of that, you won't talk to him." I glared at him. He took a deep breath to take it all in. "I thought the demon part of him was still in control. I didn't think it was really Dean. Where is he?" he said. I picked up the clothes from next to him and handed them to him. "First, can you put something else on? Seeing you in just your boxers is very uncomforting. You're still practically my brother." I said while trying to shield my eyes. He rolled his eyes and gave me a bitch face.

Once he came out dressed, he was ready to see Dean. "Okay, now can we go?" he said. I nodded and put my hand on his shoulder. The next second, we were in the middle of a park in Arizona. Sam looked around to see where we were. I knew exactly where we were, though. I could sense Dean here... which was kinda creepy. I looked around to see if I could see Dean anywhere. Then from behind us, "Sammy?"

We both turned around to see Dean and Crowley standing side by side. Sam instantly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his brother. "You had me worried for a bit." Sam said. Dean slowly hugged Sam back from disbelief. "Yeah, guess I did."