That night as I lay in bed with Dean, making him a tad annoyed that I wouldn't take his old long dark grey t-shirt off that served as my nightware.

But I didn't exactly want him to see those rather incriminating marks his brother had done the honors of giving me...

He sighed now, pulling me tighter into his arms, making me frown and say. "What's wrong with you Misery?"

Dean chuckled, then raised a hand and started tracing the creases in my stolen shirt. "Just wondering why the hell we can't have a normal life."

I was quiet now, then I too sighed. "I know what you mean..." he moved his hand from my shirt now and started messing with my hair, chuckling like a little boy as he did so. I sighed and shook my head, burying my face into his chest and closing my eyes.

"Hey, Lee."

"Mmmhmm?"

"I'm sorry."

I sat up now and frowned at him, wondering what on earth he had been thinking about now. "About what?" I asked curiously. He didn't say anything, but just sat up himself and place a hand on my cheek, now saying. "Crap I don't deserve you..." he muttered, and I sighed, leaning forwards and kissing him for a moment letting him push me back down onto the bed, kissing my jaw line now.

I chuckled and said as he stopped for a second. "We're gonna end up with tons of kids if you get your way all the time."

Dean groaned into my neck now, then said painfully. "Yeah. You pregnant and chubby for nine months. How the hell did I survive last time-?"

"Survive-! Well, Dean Winchester... you try giving birth."

"I'll pass. It looked painful."

"Damn right it was. So you zip it."

"Ok Mrs Hormonal."

"I'm gonna kick your ass in a moment."

"Well sweetie, we are in the best place for that right now."

I gave up and let him kiss my neck, completely forgetting about the bite/bruise, until he said in suprise. "Hey- how'd you do that?"

"Huh-?"

Dean sat up now, then frowned, reaching for my shoulder again, but I pulled away and just said. "Oh, I tripped and smacked it on an iron pole. It's nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing. Come on, lemme look so we can do something about it."

He was too fast now, and he yanked it down... and I felt him freeze and say quietly. "Leona. What..." then I saw hurt in his eyes as he said quietly. "Are you cheating on me-?"

I snarled now, pushing his hand away. "Of course I'm not!"

Dean started to look angry now as he said. "Lee... I've been there, done that... and I know what I saw." then his eyes widened as he put two and two together- me vanishing yesterday, Sam arriving back near enough the same time as me...

He truly snarled now and got up, yanking the bedroom door open and storming down the stairs.

As I near enough flew down the stairs, I found Dean pinning his brother to the wall by his jacket, then snarled. "What gives you the right to touch my wife-!"

Sam pushed him away now, his eyes narrowed, but then an eyebrow raised at me as he said. "Oh? Didn't Leona tell you the story of how she started it?"

Dean turned to me now, hurt still in his eyes. I knew he had been faithful to me, never sleeping with another girl like the old days since we'd been married and had Zenobia. So I felt...

More guilty than words could describe.

"Why Lee." he just asked me now, voice expressionless. "Are we having this love triangle thing again like we used to have five years ago-?"

I groaned now and went to take his hands, but he stepped away, letting me say. "Look- I may have started it... but I didn't mean it! It just... went too far and Sam-" I looked at him now, then said quietly. "He doesn't know how or when to stop."

Dean was silent, then didn't suprise me as he hit his brother in the face and stormed off upstairs before he snapped.

I looked at Sam now, who was glaring a little at me.

We had to get his soul back. This was just... heartbreaking.

-AMUFT-

Upstairs, I quietly pushed the door open and said softly. "Dean?"

He was lying with his back to me, asleep or ignoring me, I imagined it was the latter, so I got on the bed and turned him over onto his back, staring down at him. "Get lost." he just said, not meeting my eyes.

I growled now, then got on top of him and pinned him down, snarling. "Right. You listen to me now you dick. I did not mean to cheat on you! It's my soul! It's fucked up after touching his and I don't know what else I'm gonna do! I love you Dean, and I always will. Ok? Will you please stop brooding and giving yourself premature wrinkles-!"

He met my eyes now, then asked quietly. "What happened to your soul?"

I sighed now and put my head on his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat, which was trying to slow itself down from the sibling confrontation. "I don't know... something bad." I told him quietly, feeling him slowly but surely put his arms around me, then flipped us so he could kiss me passionately, then say, forehead against mine. "Im gonna find a grey hair in the morning now after all this dram tonight."

I chuckled and let him lie down and pull me into his arms, kissing the back of my bare neck.

I'd never, ever cheat on him again...

Yeah, if I was lucky...

-AMUFT-

When I woke up the next morning, I left Dean asleep and went downstairs, only to freeze in shock at the man sat on my sofa. What was his name again-? Balthy... Baltha... Balthazar! That was it.

He was sat there, watching me come into the room, then put his hands together and said. "Good morning."

I scowled and walked past him into the kitchen, but as I turned to the kettle, I swore and found him stood before me. "Get out before I call Gabriel!" I hissed at him now, making him raise and eyebrow, then sit on the high stool, going. "My, my. I come here with a business proposition... and you thow it back in my face."

Now I set the kettle down on the surface and turned to him, frowning. "What kind of business proposition?" I asked carefully, eyes watchful. He just stood up now and walked over to the fridge, opening it and looking inside, then pulled out a slice of slightly mouldy apple pie- Deans, which he dropped into the bin and said. "Your husband is a pig."

I snorted- he wasn't wrong there. But-

"You still haven't answered the question."

Balthazar nodded now, then said. "Well, you might like to know, that I know a way to patch up those broken bits of your soul."

I was taken aback now, then asked sharply. "What."

"I know a way to fix your soul."

"Then do it already!"

"Sorry, I don't work for free."

"You bastard."

"That may be, but I have to survive somehow Mademoiselle."

I was silent, then asked. "Well, what do I have that you want then?"

"You."

"What-?"

Balthazar chuckled now, then said. "Well, not in that way. Winchester can still and will have you. It's just what it takes to seal the deal. Blame the contractors, not me. But seeing as you're the famous Leona Loveridge slash Winchester, I think that's fair enough price."

I just stared now, then laughed in disbelief. "So... I have to sleep... with you, to get my soul patched up-? I'd rather screw Sam again and break it up further. At least he's pretty good in bed."

Balthazar smirked a little. "Ouch. You're really gonna hurt my feelings in a moment. But yes. You got the first bit right."

"Good. And there's no way I'll ever do it. No deal."

"Then you're gonna let your soul get smashed up futher? Not very wise are you?"

I turned around and grabbed the gun from behind the bread bin, then turned back, raising it, but he had already gone.

Now I was silent, lowering it and remembering what me and Dean had said- we could sleep with another person, but only if it was something like-

What the hell-! I was seriously considering this? Sleeping with this... thing, just to get a patchwork job-? What about Sam? Couldn't he yank his soul, no matter how battered and torn it was back into his body-?

I knew the answer before I even thought it-

No.

There was a rattle now from the letterbox, and I walked over, glancing out the window as the postman walked away. I looked through. Bill, bill, letter for Dean- paycheck from work. Letter for me-? But as I opened it, my head went dizzy, and before I knew it, I had fallen to my knees, groaning a little. What was happening to me-?

There was a dark shadow at the other end of the hallway, dark eyes staring at me. I frowned a little, then whited out.

-AMUFT-

I awoke with a start to find myself in total darkness, my wrists and ankles bound with ice cold chains to a damp wall.

The lights came on now, and I flinched at their brightness, then, squinting down, I saw a few demons watching me with curious eyes, then one of them muttered. "We are so dead..."

I snarled now, the chains clinking, but they never shattered. What the hell-? My powers were getting a little rusty, not using them for five years.

Now one of the demons raised a knife and just said. "We have to do this."

One of the demons hissed. "But he'll kill us all-!" the one with the knife shook his head, then said. "Not if we're the ones to release him."

The demon with the doubts was quiet now, then the one with the knife chuckled. "The Winchesters slut. In person. Kind of an honor really."

"Go to hell."

"Been there, done that."

"You're still ugly." but then I winced a little as he hit me in the stomach, making me snort. "Is that how you get your kicks-? Hitting a girl? Just face it- you can't get it up. Kinda desperate huh?"

It snarled now, then stabbed my in the chest, making me scream in agony as he twisted it and yanked it back out, letting me bleed onto the floor, where I now saw that I was stood on the side of some well, a deep back hole below me. My blood dripped down there now, but I never heard it hit the bottom.

What the hell-?

But then a rumbling started directly below me, and a dark purple fire shot up from the hole, engulfing me. I was expecting to feel the burn of the fire, but it didn't affect me, swirling in an empty space before us all. Then the fire took shape, and it faded away to reveal a young man with midnight black hair that almost fell to his shoulders, his features features devestatingly flawless and handsome. But his eyes were what scared me- they were as dark as his hair. You couldn't distinguish what was what. Iris or pupil.

He stared at me for a moment with a timeless gaze, then turned to the demons.

The one still holding the knife dropped it and just said. "It's really you-" but the midnight eyed guy raised an eyebrow, then hand, snapping his fingers, making the demon inside get yanked out, screaming and writhing the whole time, then was dropped into the hole, where a hollow bang echoed, as if it had exploded.

The other demons now backed off now, looking afraid, then vanished before this guy could kill them too.

My vision was blurring from the steady drip of blood from my chest, but I saw him turn to me, then cock his head and survey me through those pitiless midnight eyes.

He snapped his fingers, and everything went black.

Ooh, confrontation time lmao! And who's this guy?D: pretty baddass whoever he is;D next up later I hope! Reviews much loved! x