"Dean!" I yell at him once he shuts the door to the basement. "Why did you do that? You can't do that to Sam!"

"He was drinking demon blood!" he yells at me.

I recoil, part from the information, part from the anger in Dean's voice. "What?" I whisper.

"When you were…" Dean says. "You know…Before Sam ganked the demon that had him, he was drinking it's blood."

"No," I say shaking my head. "Sam wouldn't do that."

"Yeah well he was," Dean says. "And has been too by my guess. That's how he's been controlling the demons and exorcising them and such."

I wipe away angrily at the tears that were trickling down my face. I didn't want to believe Sam would do that. "So what?" I say looking from the door to Dean. "You're detoxing him or something?"

"Yeah," Dean says nodding his head. "Cold turkey."

"You can't do that," I say shaking my head.

"I've already-"

"No I'm not saying you can't detox him," I say, going into nurse mode. "I'm guessing he's been doing this for a long time and when you detox someone from something like this it can be very traumatic. And that's just for non-supernatural stuff. There's no telling what-"

"Save the medical mumbo-jumbo crap," he says holding a hand up to me. "That is my brother down there and I'm doing what I think is best for him. End of story."

Without saying another word to me, Dean pushes past me and heads down into the basement. I let out a sigh as I walk into the den where Bobby was pouring three glasses of whiskey. "I don't like this," I say picking up one of the glasses.

"Yeah, I'm not a huge fan of it either," Bobby says. I sit down in an empty chair and run a hand through my hair. "But what other choice do we have."

I take a drink of the whiskey as I hear footsteps pounding on the stairs and Sam yelling. Dean comes walking into the room, grabbing one of the glasses off the desk.

"How long is this gonna go on?" Dean says with a sigh.

"Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual." Bobby says sarcastically. "Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take."

"Or if Sam will even live through it," I add before finishing my whiskey.

"What was that?" Dean says turning to me.

"Nothing," I say slamming the glass down. I stand up from the chair and push past Dean.

"Where the hell are you going?" he says, stopping me by grabbing my elbow.

"I'm going upstairs to change out of the shirt that I was shot in," I say throwing his hand off my arm. "Or is that not allowed? You gonna throw me in the panic room with Sam?"

"You know what?" he says. "I don't give a crap what you do. Take off for all I care. I'm doing what I think is best for my brother."

I'm not sure why I do it, but the only thing I can think to do in the moment is smack Dean right across the face. Before he can recover from the smack, I stalk upstairs to my room and slam the door.

A couple hours later after I've showered, changed clothes, and successfully kicked two holes in the wall, I walk downstairs to the den. I walk into the room to only find Bobby. "Where's he at?" I ask him.

"Out in the yard, trying to get Cas to come down here" he says, jerking his thumb towards the window. "Nice hit earlier by the way."

"Thanks," I say sarcastically. "I'm running downstairs to check on Sam."

"I don't think that's such a good idea sweetheart," Bobby says.

"Bobby, I'm really past the point of caring what Dean thinks right now," I say. "I'm just gonna go peak my head in on him to make sure he hasn't stroked himself out or anything."

Bobby lets out a sigh as I walk out of the room and towards the basement. As I walk down the stairs, I can hear Sam talking. Getting nearer to the room, it sounds like he was having a conversation with someone.

"I tried. I did. It didn't pan out that way. Sorry, kid." I open the window in the door to see Sam sitting on the bed, looking at an unseen figure.

Great, he's hallucinating, I think to myself. "Look." Sam says. "They killed Jessica."

I shut the window and head towards the stairs. When I reach the top of them, the door flies open and Dean is standing on the other side. I can see that he was angry. "Spare me the lecture," I say pushing past him again. "I didn't do anything-"

"I know," he says cutting me off. He grabs my wrist and pulls me down the hallway away from the den. "Bobby told me."

"He's okay by the way," I say, still angry at Dean. "You know, your brother? The one you have locked in the basement?"

"Yeah, I know," he says. "Thank you for checking on him." I roll my eyes at him as I try to push past him but he stops me. "Rhi," he says quietly. "Please don't be mad at me."

I let out a sigh as I see the pleading in his eyes. Darn those eyes. "I'm sorry," I say. "I'm just worried about Sam."

"I am too," he says. "That's why I'm doing this." He looks down, trying to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes. Without a second thought, I grab one of his shoulders and pull him towards me. He buries his face in my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wrap one of my arms around his shoulders, while taking the other hand and running it through his hair, resting my head on the side of his. We stay like that for a couple minutes until Dean gives my middle one little squeeze before releasing me, but still keeping his hands on my waist. "I'm sorry I let you die earlier."

I let out a little chuckle as I rest my hands on his chest. "Sorry I slapped you earlier."

He gives me a smirk as he reaches up and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. Pulling me closer to him with the other hand, he presses his lips to my forehead. "Come on," he says onto my forehead. "Let's go talk to Bobby."

"Tease," I say as he takes a couple steps back. He gives me another smirk before pulling me towards the den. When we get to the den, Bobby gives us a look before shaking his head. I perch myself on a chair as Dean tells me and Bobby about pledging his allegiance to the angels.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch?" Bobby says. Dean gives him a look. "I'm sorry. You prefer 'sucker'? After everything you said about them, now you trust them?"

"Come on; give me a little credit, Bobby. I've never trusted them less," Dean say. "I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan."

"Then why did you—" I start to say.

"Because what other option do I have?" He cuts me off. "It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?"

"I see your point." Bobby grunts.

We sit in silence for half a minute, until we realize it is silent. "You hear that?" I say, looking and Bobby and Dean.

"Yeah, that's a little too much nothing." Bobby says. The three of us run to the basement door and down the stairs.

I squeeze past Dean and Bobby, run up to the door and throw the little window open. They come up behind and look in with me to see Sam having a seizure.

I move to open the door when Dean stops me. "What if he's faking?" he says.

"Why would he fake that?" I say. "Open the door Dean!"

"I think he'd do anything." Dean says. I turn and look in the window again. Suddenly, Sam is lifted off the ground and thrown against the wall.

"That ain't faking." Bobby says. I throw the door open as the three of us charge in. Once Sam has stopped moving Dean and Bobby grab him and pin him down to the cot.

"We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety. Dean?" Bobby says. I look over at Dean who is just staring at Sam. "You with me? Dean!" Bobby yells again. Dean finally breaks out of whatever thoughts he was in and starts to take off his belt. "Before he has another fit."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with." Dean says. Dean stuffs the belt in Sam's mouth for him bite down on. I run upstairs and grab four sets of handcuffs out of Bobby's desk and a stack of towels before heading back down the stairs. Once I'm in the panic room, Bobby and Dean continue to hold down Sam while I wrap towels around his wrists and ankles before fastening the handcuffs over them and then fastening them to the bed.

Sam continues to struggle against the handcuffs as we all take a step back from the cot. "You don't think he'll break through those do you?" I ask quietly.

"No, he won't," Dean says. "Come on," he says stepping back towards the door. I follow him and Bobby out of the room. I start up the stairs before I can hear them lock the door again.

"I'm gonna ask one more time," Bobby says as we walk into the den. "Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?"

"Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there." Dean says. "The demon blood is killing him."

"No, it isn't." I say crossing my arms over my chest. "We are."

"What?" Dean says, turning to look at me.

"I'm sorry, but I warned you about this." I say, pointing down towards the basement. "We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold-turkey thing isn't working. If—if he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer."

Dean shakes his head at me. "No." He says defiantly. "I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it."

"And if he dies?" Bobby says.

"Then at least he dies human!" Dean yells at him. "I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself. I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let my brother turn into a monster."

I let out a sigh as Bobby leans against the desk. "What do we do now?" I say quietly. Dean turns and looks at me.

"You two try and get some shut-eye," Bobby says. We both look at him and Dean starts to protest. "Don't bother, I know you probably haven't slept since you found human Cas. Go on," he says waving us off. "I'll let you know if anything changes."

Dean nods his head. "Alright," he says. He turns and looks at me. "Come on shorty, let's go."

"Night Bobby," I say as we leave the room. I slowly climb the stairs as Dean follows behind me. When I reach the top of the landing, I can feel the sleep deprivation catch up to me. I walk down the hallway, not even noticing Dean was following me until I reached my door. I stop outside of it, resting my hand on the door knob. "Dean," I say turning around to face him. When I turn around to face him he is staring at me with a soft look. "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. I let out a sigh as I lean back against the door and start kissing him back. He reaches around me and turns the door handle, letting it swing open as he starts backing me into the room and then kicks it shut with his foot. He continues to back me up until I feel the bed on the back of my knees. When I can't go back any further, he wraps an arm around my waist and slowly lowers me onto the bed. Once I'm lying on the bed, Dean moves from my mouth and starts kissing my neck. With this break, I'm able to realize what is going on.

"Dean," I say breathlessly. He ignores me and continues kissing. "Dean," I say more forcibly. I place my hands on either side of his head and lift it to where I can look him in the eye.

"What?" he grumbles.

"What are we doing?" I ask.

He gives me an are-you-kidding-me look. "What does it look like?" he says.

"I know that," I say rolling my eyes. "I just…"

"What?" Dean says innocently. "Do you not want to?"

I let out a sigh as I reach up and push his hair up away from his forehead. "I do," I say. "I just- there's just so much going on and I just have so much on my mind."

Dean looks down at me and lets out a sigh. "Then let's get it off our minds for a little while." He leans down and starts kissing me again. But this time I don't stop him.

Later on, I'm lying in bed with Dean, my head resting on his chest. "So, shorty," he says. I turn my eyes up towards him and see him wrapping one of my curls around his finger. When he notices that I'm looking, he drops the curl. "You're supposed to tell me what happened back at that gas station."

I let out a sigh as I prop myself on one of my elbows. "I don't really know," I say, running my finger over the handprint on his broad shoulder. "This wind just came over me and I felt weak."

"That's it?" Dean asks. "I knew you were tiny but a little gust of wind made you weak?"

I roll my eyes at him. "That wasn't just it," I say. "I don't know. I just- there was this scent in it that was so familiar." I let out a sigh as I turn around and sit up. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I prop my elbows on them. I feel the bed move as Dean sits up behind me. "Ever since I saw that little girl in the drug store there's just been these little things I've seen that remind me of my grandmother."

"Like her ghost?" Dean asks. I could practically hear the hunter gears in his mind churning.

"No, not like her ghost," I say shaking my head. "Just-I don't know. Maybe I'm just looking for them since I'm looking for an answer to what I'm supposed to be."

I let out another sigh as I feel Dean press his lips against my bare shoulder. "We'll figure it out," he says.

I turn my head and give him a small smile. "You have enough to worry about," I say. I lean towards him and plant a soft kiss on his lips. When I pull away, he rests his forehead against mine. "Come on," I say. "We should head down and check on Bobby and Sam."

Dean nods his head as we both climb out of bed and get dressed. As I'm pulling my favorite deep purple shirt over my head, I feel Dean's eyes on me. "What?" I say, placing one of my hands on my hips.

"Nothing," Dean says, giving me a smirk. "Just enjoying the view. Never thought I'd actually enjoy watching a girl put her clothes on."

I roll my eyes as I walk over to him. "Thanks, I think," I say. He gives me that patented Dean-Winchester smile before we both walk out the door and down the stairs. When we get down to the den, Bobby is nowhere to be seen. "Bobby?" I yell out. There's no answer.

"Where the hell is that old drunk?" Dean says. As if he heard him, Bobby comes stumbling in the den, holding his head in his hand. "You okay?"

"Hell no I'm not okay," Bobby says. "Sam busted out and took off." I follow Dean as he races down to the basement.

"How the hell did he get out?" Dean says when we step in the empty panic room.

"Maybe he had help." Bobby says, looking around the room. "Room full of busted devil's traps."

"Demons?" Dean wonders, then a sure-look crosses his face. "Ruby."

"That'd be my guess." Bobby says with a shrug.

"How did she even touch the door?" I ask. Sam, and mainly Dean, had told me about Ruby.

"You think she's got the mojo?" Bobby asks.

"I didn't think so." Dean says. He looks around the room and throws his hands in the air in defeat. "I don't know, man."

"What difference does it make? How he got gone ain't as important as where he got gone to." Bobby says.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing." Dean says as we start to leave the room. "At this point I hope he's with Ruby."

"Why?" I ask.

"'Cause killing her's the next big item on my to-do list."

"I thought you were on call for angel duty." Bobby asks.

"I am on call." Dean says as we reach the den. "In my car, on my way to murder the bitch."

"One thing." Bobby says.

"What?" Deans says.

"Sam don't wanna be found," Bobby says. "Which means he's gonna be damn near impossible to find."

"Yeah, we'll see." Dean says. "I'm gonna go out and work on my car." Without another word, he walks out of the house.

"Is it really gonna be impossible to find him?" I ask Bobby.

"Pretty much," he says, raising both his eyebrows.

"Great," I say. Without anything else to do, I walk into the kitchen to make up some food. After I've provided Bobby with a plate of food, I walk outside and bring Dean one. "Here ya go," I say, holding the food out to him. He gives me a smile as he takes the sandwich and chips from me. Once he's done eating, he starts working on the car again while having me had him tools.

"Police found my car." I hear Bobby say. I turn around and see him walking towards us. "Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota."

"He's switching up." Dean says, tapping a wrench to his palm. "Any other cars stolen in Jamestown?"

"Two. 1999 Honda Civic, blue." Bobby says, looking at a piece of paper. "Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes."

"What was the other one?" Dean asks.

"White '05 Escalade with custom rims." Bobby says, shaking his head. "It's a neon sign."

"You're right. He'd never take that." Dean nods his head. "Which is exactly what he did."

"You think so?" I ask.

"I know that kid." Dean says. He slams the hood of the car before turning to me and Bobby. "All right, I'll head in that direction. You stay here, ride the police databases. We gotta find him quick."

"I'm coming with you," I say stubbornly.

"Of course you are," he says. We tell Bobby bye before we both climb into the car and drive away.

The car ride is mostly silent and I end up falling asleep a few times. A few hours down the road Dean's phone rings. He answers it and puts it on speaker.

"Cops found the Escalade in a ditch outside Elk River," Bobby says on the other end.

"How far away are we?" Dean asks.

"A couple of hours. I pulled up a weather map, made some calls." Bobby says. "There's a town not far from there, Cold Spring. Lighting up with demon signs."

"A good place to look." Dean states.

"Hey, listen." Bobby says.

Dean lets out a groan. "What?"

"Us finding Sam?" Bobby says. "It's gotta be about getting him back, not pushing him away."

"Right." Dean says skeptically.

"I know you're mad, Dean. I understand." Bobby says. "You got a right to be, but I'm just saying. Be good to him anyway. You gotta get through to him."

Dean hangs up the phone without saying anything and throws it into the backseat. "Don't say a word," Dean says, holding up a finger to me.

I hold my hands up in defense. "Wasn't going to," I say. He looks over at me and gives a yeah-right look. We ride the rest of the way in silence until we pull up to a motel.

I move to start getting out of the car when Dean grabs my wrist. "Rhi, wait," he says. I turn to look back at him when I suddenly feel cool metal pressing against my wrist. Suddenly, I'm being jerked towards Dean. I look down to see he's handcuffed me to the steering wheel.

"Dean!" I say pulling against the restraint. "What are you doing?"

"This is between me and my brother," he says. "I don't want you getting in the middle of it."

"You don't have to friggin handcuff me to the dagum-" I say pulling at the handcuff.

"Damn it Rhi will you not argue with me just this once!" he roars. I stop pulling at the handcuff as he gives me one last look before getting out of the car and locking the door behind him. I sit back in defeat as I watch him walk into the front door.

Once he's out of site, I reach down into my purse on the floorboard and dig out a rogue bobby pin. "God I hope this works," I mutter to myself. I peel the little plastic end off of it with my teeth before straightening it out and sticking it into the key hole on the handcuffs. I move the bobby pin around, trying to unlock them, when I see a dark haired girl dressed in all black walk out of the hotel. As if she can tell I'm watching, she stops mid-run and looks at me. We lock eyes for a split second before she continues on and climbs into another vehicle. I continue to work on the handcuffs until I finally hear the lock click.

I slide over to the passenger door and unlock it before running into the hotel. "Make a left, last door at the end of the hall," the guy at the desk says without even asking me. I stop mid-run and look at him curiously. "Hot dark haired chick told me to tell you."

"Thanks," I say. I run down the hall towards the door. As I near it, I hear a loud crash on the other side. When I open the door, I see a bloodied Sam and Dean on the ground, with Sam choking Dean. "Sam! Stop!" I yell at him. He stops and looks up at me.

The look he gives me send shivers down my spine. He gets off of Dean and walks over to me. I back up against the wall next to the door as Sam walks up to me and looks me up and down, as if he was sizing me up. He seems to decide against whatever he was thinking of and reaches for the door handle.

"You walk out that door," Dean says. Sam turns around and looks at him. "Don't you ever come back."

Sam gives him one last look before he walks out the door and shuts it behind him. Once the door is shut, I run over to Dean and kneel down beside him, broken glass poking my knees. "Dean," I say to him. "Are you okay?"

He shuts his eyes as he clutches at his chest and rolls over onto his stomach. "Dammit," I hear him mutter as he beats at the ground with his fist. I watch as a sob rolls through his body.

A tear falls down my face as I rub soothing circle onto Dean's back. "I'm sorry Dean."

A/N: Y'all are in luck that I got Netflix and am able to watch Supernatural on demand! Ha! I've been so inspired to write because of it! And Dalonega Noquisi, I'm sorry but that theory is wrong ;) Review, review, review!

P.s. sorry I suck at writing smut :(