"I just got mad enough," I repeat for the millionth time to Sam. I lift my beer bottle up to my lips and swallow the last bit that was left.

"What did you get mad about?" Sam asks, in full science mode, trying to figure out what happened to Haniel.

I let out a sigh and look across the motel room to Dean, searching for some help. Instead I'm met with the cold shoulder he had given me ever since he helped me back into Impala. He dutifully keeps his eyes on the tv. "I just did Sam," I say, turning back to him, rolling the bottle between my hands. "I knew she was going to kill Dean and Cas and was planning on dragging you to Lucifer."

"That was it?" Sam says.

"Yes Sam, it was!" I finally shout at him. "I swear if you ask me that question one more time I'm gonna rip each and every one of your hairs out of your perfectly coifed head!" Out of the corner of my eye I see that Dean hasn't even batted an eye at the fact I basically just ripped his brother a new one. In my rage, I take the empty beer bottle and chuck it at the perfect distance above his head to scare him, but not touch him. He spins around towards me with a bewildered look on his face. Before he could even say anything I shout at him also. "Oh and by the way Dean, you're welcome for saving your butt." He starts to say something but I cut him off by raising a hand. "Save it Dean," I say, my voice lower this time. "I've had it up here with all this crap and I don't need the third degree and the cold shoulder simultaneously either." I walk over to my bag and dig around in it, grabbing out some money and my back up phone.

"Rhi," Sam says with a sigh as I head for the door. "Where are you going?"

"For a drink," I say, twisting the doorknob. "I'll be back in a little while."

"You sure about that?" Dean sneers.

I look over at him and give him an icy cold stare. "Go to hell Dean."

"Already been there sweetheart!" I hear him yell before I slam the door.

Dean's Point of View

"Seriously dude?" Sam says about a minute after the door shuts. I turn my head to see him looking from the door to me and back again.

"Seriously what?" I say, turning back to the tv.

"'Are you sure about that?'" he says, poorly mimicking me. I roll my eyes at him. "What is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem Sam," I say, standing up to face him.

"Yes you do," he says plainly. I hold out my hands, silently telling him to enlighten me. "What happened back on the dirt road; what Haniel said to you about Rhi."

I shake my head at him. "I don't know what you're talking about." Turning around, I reach into my bag and grab my gun. I start to take it apart, trying to stave off the thoughts that were starting to creep back up.

"Yes you do Dean," he says, more gently. "She was just spouting off some crap to hurt you. None of it was true."

"Yes it was Sammy," I say quietly, inspecting a piece of my gun a little too closely.

"Dean," he says. I could practically see him shaking his head at me. "You're an idiot if you believe that."

I don't say anything back, fully engrossed on cleaning my gun.

Me and Sam lounge around the motel room for the next few hours. I open the door to the room and look outside into the night, looking to see if I see Rhiannon walking back yet. "Have you heard from her?" I say to Sam, trying not to let on how much I was worrying about her. It had been hours since she stormed out. I didn't want to think that she had taken off again.

"No," Sam says, shaking his head.

I let out a sigh as I look out the window. "We'll give her until midnight," I say looking at my watch. That was only fifteen minutes away. "If she isn't back by then, we'll go looking for her." Sam nods his head as he clicks around on his laptop. About a minute until the deadline is up, my phone rings with an unfamiliar number. I quickly answer it. "Hello?"

"Oh well would you lookey there!" a semi-familiar voice says on the other end. "Mr. grouch-butt answered his phone!"

"Rhi?" I say into the phone. I press it closer to my ear, trying to focus in on her voice over top the loud noise in the background. "Rhiannon, is that you?"

"Well what other female would willingly call you after she chucked a beer bottle at your head?" she says with a hysterical laugh.

I could tell there was something off about her. "Are you drunk?" I ask her.

"Hmmm, that's an interesting notion," she says, laughing again. "I think mr smarty pants has figured me out! Oh wait…you aren't' mr smarty pants…Sam is…you're mr grouch butt. But, sometimes you can be smart. But mainly you're just a-"

"Rhi," I say, cutting her off.

She stops her rambling and lets out a sigh. "Sorry," she says. "I just called you to tell you I'm sorry for throwing a beer bottle at your head."

"It's okay," I say. "Now where are you?"

"What Dean?" she says, shouting into the phone. "I can't hear you."

Before I can say anything else, the call goes dead. "Dammit," I say grabbing my jacket. "Come on Sammy."

"Where we going?" he says, following me out to the car.

"We're going to get Rhiannon's drunk ass," I say. We both climb into the Impala and head down the street. "I think I saw a bar just down the road."

Sam lets out a sigh as I drive down the road. We stop at a couple bars, who both say they saw a girl like Rhiannon, but they had thrown her out for one reason or another. Finally, we come to the only remaining bar in town, a total dive complete with a row of motorcycles outside. "Do you really think she's here?" Sam says as we walk to the door.

"Only bar left in town," I say with a shrug. We walk up to the door and push it open with a creak. The smoke inside is almost so thick I can hardly see through it. "Hey," I yell at the bartender once I get up to the bar. He turns his head to look at me before walking towards me.

"Can I help you boys?" he grunts, looking me and Sam up and down.

"Yeah, we're looking for someone," I say. "She's about this tall," I hold my hand out, level with my chest to indicate Rhiannon's height. "Big, brown curly hair, southern accent, was probably already drunk off her ass-"

"Yeah, I know who you're talking about," the bartender says with a snort of laughter. He waves his dirty rag past me. "Ole Benatar is up on the pool table over there."

I look over my shoulder and can barely make out the tiny figure on the pool table. Me and Sam walk closer to the crowd that had gathered around the pool table. As we get closer, I can easily recognize the figure dancing on the pool table, a beer bottle in her hand, belting out every single word to I Love Rock and Roll.

"Come and take a little time and dance with me!" Rhiannon belted out, way off key, swinging her hips and hair in a way that made her look like she could fly off the table at any moment. Normally, I would've thought the scene was totally hot, especially since because of the woman up on the table at the moment. But, I knew that I was part of the reason why she was up there, and nothing pissed me off more.

"Sammy," I say, handing him my keys. "Go start the car." He gives me a knowing nod as he pushes his way through the growing crowd back to the door. I turn back towards Rhiannon who was still dancing and singing away. I start to push my way through the crowd towards the table. Once I reach the table, I cup my hands around my mouth and yell up at Rhiannon. "Rhi!" I yell.

She spins around quickly, hearing my voice. When her eyes land on my face a huge, drunken smile grows on her face. "Dean!" she gushes. She takes a couple steps towards me and bends down so that she's eye level with me. "You came! Oh I'm so glad you're here!" she reaches down and grabs my arm, tugging on it. "Come on, get up here and dance with me!"

I shake my head at her as I place a hand over hers. "Come on Rhi," I say, gently tugging back on her. "We need to get going."

"But Dean!" she whines. "I'm having so much fun!" She puts on a puppy dog face that would melt the heart of the grouchiest old man. "Come join me!"

"No," I say shaking my head again. "We need to go."

She lets out a huff as she clumsily plops down on the pool table. "Why do you got to harsh my mellow, man?" she says, crossing her arms and giving me a pouty face.

"Harsh your-?" I shake my head at her as I reach forward towards her. "Come on, let's go."

She pulls her arm back before I can grab it. "What if I don't want to go?" she snaps. "What if I want to stay here?"

"And make a fool of yourself some more?" I say, raising an eyebrow at her. I reach out again and this time grab her around the waist, throwing her over my shoulder.

"Dean!" she yells into my back, hitting me in my butt with weak punches. "Put! Me! Down!" She continues to yell at me as I walk out of the bar with her draped over my shoulder. When I throw her into the back of the Impala and crawl in there after her, she starts yelling at Sam too. "And here I thought you were on my side!" she yells at him. She reaches up and starts hitting him in the shoulder before I grab her arm to stop her.

"Hey!" I yell at her. "No hitting the driver!"

"Oh! Of course!" she says, throwing her hands in the arm with way too much drama. "I forgot! It would be such a tragedy if Sam was to wreck and something was to happen to your precious baby!" I fought the urge to say something back to her. I knew this wasn't her normal behavior, so I continued to let her ramble. "I must have forgotten while an angel forcibly took control of my body and was sent on a mission to kill you that you love this dagum car more than anyone on the planet!" She turned her head and stared out the window, mumbling something I couldn't hear. I leaned my head back against the seat and let out a sigh. "And you want to know something else!" she suddenly shouts. I lift my head back up to see her staring at me with more anger than I've ever seen on her face. "Up until I met y'all I have never cursed. I hate cursing. I think it sounds trashy. But you Dean Winchester…" she says, clumsily poking me in the chest with her finger. "You tick me off so much that I want to curse!"

"Well go ahead," I say, waving a hand at her.

She huffs her chest up and down, searching for the right word. "You…you're a…you make me…" she stammers, still looking for the right word. Finally, she finds it. "Y'all just plain piss me off!"

I can't help the laughter that erupts from me. The curse word she chose was just so innocent, so Rhiannon. I double over in laughter as she lets out a huff and turns back to the window. When we finally get back to the motel, I'm still chuckling a little bit. Before Sam even has the car in park, Rhiannon is out the door, heading for the room. I scramble out of the car after her, watching her stumble the whole way. Before I can reach her to help her walk, she trips over some unseen object, splaying across the parking lot. "Hey," I say, jogging up to her. I help her stand up and give her a quick once over, only noticing a nasty scrape on her forearm. "Here, let's get inside and get that cleaned up."

She doesn't say anything as me and Sam lead her to the room, which was in the opposite way that she was originally heading. When we get to the room, Sam starts to dig around in his back to look for the first aid kit while I sit Rhiannon down on the bed to start picking the gravel out of her cut. As I take a piece out, without any warning, Rhiannon smacks me straight across the face, hard. "What the hell was that for?" I yell at her.

"For being an asshole Dean Winchester!" She yells at me, in a volume I didn't think was possible for her to reach. She pushes my hands away and stands up, towering over me, ready to rip me a new one. "This whole time I've been with y'all I've always done what you said, always! I've gone out of my comfort zone, died once, all to protect you and your brother! I have given up everything!" she shouts at me. I sit there in silence, taking the verbal beating. "I got thoughts and memories put in my head about us that I can probably never have and never get rid of! I leave one time to try and protect you! And when I get back you act like-"

Her tirade is cut off by Sam grabbing her around the waist and picking her up. I follow them, Rhiannon kicking and screaming at him, into the bathroom where Sam drops Rhiannon into the bath tub. He reaches up and turns on the water, no doubt the coldest water the cheap motel could muster up. He takes the shower head and moves it around, thoroughly drenching Rhiannon. I watch in almost stunned silence as Sam drenches Rhiannon while she lies in the bottom of the tub gasping around the water for air, trying to climb out but unable to find any grip on the slick porcelain. I knew why Sam was doing it; he was trying to keep her from saying anything that she would regret and trying to sober her up some. After a few minutes, a new sound starts to come out of Rhi. I look down at her to see her sobbing. I reach forward and grab Sam's arm. "That's enough Sam," I say. He looks down at Rhiannon and sees her crying too. He quickly turns off the water. When the water is shut off, it was more apparent that she was sobbing heavy, heaving sobs.

She reaches up with both her hands to cover her face. "I'm so sorry," she says behind her hands. I wasn't sure if she was apologizing to me, Sam, or both of us. She repeats it a couple more times. I reach over and grab one of the towels hanging on the rack above the toilet and wave Sam out of the room. He leaves the room with a hang-dog look on his face. "Come on," I say to Rhiannon, holding down a hand to her. She looks up at me, like she had forgotten I was standing there. She reaches up and grabs onto my hand as she stands up. I wrap the towel around her shoulders as she steps over the edge of the tub onto the floor. "You okay?" I ask her, taking her face in between my hands. She looks up at me, some mascara smudged around her eyes. A few more tears leak out as she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. I pull her towards me, gently pushing her head down onto my chest. She curls up against it as I wrap my arms around her. "I'm sorry too," I whisper into the top of her head.

I'm not sure how long we stand like that for, but eventually her tears subside some and she pulls back a little. "I think I'm gonna take a real shower real quick," she says quietly.

"Are you steady enough?" I ask her. She nods her head weakly at me. I unwrap my arms from her as I lean down and plant a kiss on her forehead. I feel her fingers dig into my chest a little as I press my lips against her still cold forehead. When I bring my head back up, she takes a step back and deposits the towel onto the toilet. I give her a small, forced smile as I take a step back and walk out of the bathroom.

When I walk back out into the room, Sam is sitting on the end of the bed. When he hears the door click behind me, his head turns quickly towards the door. He gives me a look and I automatically know what he's gonna tell me: You're an idiot, dude. I hold a finger up to him. "Don't say a word Sammy," I say walking past him.

Rhiannon's Point of View

I walk out of the bathroom, wearing the tank top and shorts on had found sitting on the toilet waiting for me along with supplies to bandage up my arm. When I open the bathroom door, I see all the lights are already shut off in the room. There is one long form laying in one of the beds and another long form lying on the couch. I make my way over to the shorter form which was lying on the couch.

Dean's front was facing towards the couch as he lay on his side. I sit down on the edge of the couch near his waist. When I'm fully sitting on the edge of the couch, he turns his head back to look to see who was sitting on the couch. "Hey," I whisper to him.

Once he realizes it's me, he turns so that he's lying on his back. "Hey," he whispers back. We sit in silence for a few minutes, just staring at each other. "Do you feel better?" he asks me.

I let out a little snort of laughter. "That's a loaded question," I whisper. I look from his chest where I was concentrating very hard on to his eyes. "But no, I'm not a drunk as before. Sam's shower sobered me up pretty quickly."

"Probably still not a good idea to let you drive though," he says, resting a hand on my leg. I give him a little smile.

"Dean," I say, reaching up to rest a hand on his chest. "I just want to apologize."

"For what?" he asks.

"Where do I begin," I say with a shrug. "Runnin' off? Worrying you to death? Letting myself get caught? Letting Haniel take me over? Almost letting you get hurt? Throwing a beer bottle at your head? You know you can stop me at any time…"

He reaches up with a hand and pushes some of my still wet hair behind my ear. "You don't have to apologize for anything," he says. I arch an eyebrow at him. "Well, maybe the running off part, but not for anything else. Lucifer was eventually going to catch up to you, whether it was him getting you or us going to him. And as for the throwing the beer bottle at me? I definitely deserved that." He says. He brings his hand down my arm, leaving a trail of chill bumps in his wake, until his hand comes to rest on my hip. "I've been a total ass since we picked you up. Haniel just- she just said some things that got me thinking."

"I know," I whisper. "That's what ticked me off bad enough that was able to push her back again."

"Really?" Dean says, not believing what I was saying.

"Yes," I say. I move my hand so that it was sandwiched down between his side and the couch so that I could lean down closer to him. "Dean, I don't care about all the things she was saying. I don't care that you don't bring me out on dates and buy me flowers and all that crap. I don't care that you flirt with other women, it's part of our job sometimes. And as for the putting me in danger? Yeah, that happens, I will agree with that." Dean's face falls a little as his eyes drop. I reach forward and cup his chin in my hand, making him look back up at me. "But I know no matter how much danger I'm in, I can always count on you to save me."

"Every time baby," Dean says, a small smile playing at his lips. He reaches forward and wraps both his arms around my waist, pulling down on top of him. I place both hands on either sides of his face and kiss like we hadn't kissed in a long, long, long time. When we break apart, I'm left panting. I rest my forehead against his as we both trying to catch our breaths.

"I swear," I hear suddenly across the room. We both lift our heads up to see Sam holding an arm straight in the air, pointing at the ceiling. "I swear if you two start having sex, I will kill both of you."

"Oh shut up Sammy," Dean yells across the room. I lean my head down onto Dean's shoulder, trying to hide my laughter. I feel a couple chuckles roll through his shoulder as he rubs his broad hands up and down my back. "Come on," he says, patting me on the bottom. "Let's go to bed."

I crawl off of him as he sits up, grabbing the pillow as he stands up. Once we are over by the beds, he takes the pillow and chucks it at Sam, who in turn throws one back, missing by a mile. I shake my head at both of them as I crawl underneath the covers. Dean follows me under them a second later, wrapping an arm securely around my waist, pulling me close to him. Before I drift off to the most peaceful sleep I've had in a long time, I hear Dean whisper into my ear. "I'll never let anything hurt you…"