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The nightmares started, I was back in the fire, burning and screaming for Dean and Sam.
Dean woke me up, "Dee, baby, wake up. It's just a dream."
I opened my eyes, the tears streaming and buried my face against Dean as he held me tightly. I shivered uncontrollably.
"Shhh, it's alright, Dee. You're safe. I've got you." Dean whispered.
A nurse came in, "Everything alright?"
"Just a nightmare." Dean replied.
"Oh, I'm sure she's bound to have them for a while. Have the police found out who did this to her yet?" She asked as she checked my monitors.
"No, nothing yet." Dean lied.
"Well, she's been through a lot that's for sure." She left after that.
"Bobby brought you some food, Dee. When you're ready." Dean whispered gently. "Damn, babe, you're shaking."
"What do you expect, Dean? What they did to her, she's gonna be having nightmares for a while." Bobby said.
"Why?" I asked as I wiped my tears.
"Why wouldn't you have nightmares?" Bobby asked. "Hell, in the last year I'm sure Dean and I have had enough nightmares for you."
"No, why did they do this to me?"
Dean glanced at Bobby. "There are reason we can't tell you, darlin'." Bobby said. "To protect you, trust us on that, sweetheart. You're back, we're not gonna let anything else happen to you. You just need to trust us on this one, darlin'."
"Bobby's right, hun."
"But what did I do to deserve it?" I asked looking up at Dean with pleading eyes.
"You did nothing wrong, Dee. You helped stop the apocalypse. You were badly wounded and needed to be healed. But you did nothing wrong." Dean wrapped his arms tighter around me and I whimpered slightly at the pressure on my burns. "Sorry, love." He turned to Bobby. "We need to get her out of here. She's not gonna heal in here."
"I'll see what I can't do. You get her to eat something." Bobby stood up and walked out.
Dean pulled the bed side rolly table over which had a bowl of fresh fruit and half a sandwich with a cup of water. "Eat some food, babe."
I nodded and sat up and ate some of the fruit and sipped on the water.
Bobby returned by the time I had eaten half of my fruit. "So, Sam's talked to the doctor as agent Bennet and told him that he's got no more questions for her and she can leave. Doc's agreed to let her leave in the morning."
"Good. Can't wait to get out of here." I said as I leaned back.
"You still got Dee's bag in the impala?" Bobby asked Dean.
"Of course. Keys are in my jacket." Dean pointed to his jacket over a chair.
"Okay, gonna grab her bag so she has some clothes. Nurses should be in here soon and they're gonna take her off the IVs and get her cleaned up and freshly bandaged and then she can get dressed." Bobby said as he riffled through Dean's pocket and pulled out the keys. "You're gonna have to leave for that part they said."
"Why? Nothing I haven't seen before." Dean said, a little blush rising to his cheeks.
"Uh, yeah, well, I don't make the rules." Bobby shrugged and walked out.
The nurses came in soon after that and Dean was asked to leave.
"I won't go far, babe." He kissed me briefly. "I love you."
"I love you too." I replied as he kissed my forehead and got up very reluctantly.
The nurses took out the IVs and removed the bandages. "Do you need us to help you in the shower, hun?"
I shook my head, "No."
"Alright. If you need help, there's a call button in there. When you're done, call for us and we'll get you bandaged up again before you get dressed."
I nodded as she helped me walk into the bathroom and I closed the door. I looked at my back in the mirror and froze… the burn marks look like a place for… wings…? How was that possible? Had I been so wounded that I had died… but that couldn't be. My head started to pound and I shook the thoughts away as I climbed into the shower.
The water stung the burns, but felt amazing at the same time. My pendant a familiar weight around my neck, the energy flowing through my veins.
I quickly cleaned up and washed my hair, the movement of my shoulders making the burns sting worse, but I ignored it and finished my shower.
When I came out with a towel wrapped around me, my bag was on the bed. I got a pair of jeans and clean underwear. As clean as could be anyhow. Everything in the bag smelled more like the impala than anything. Not that I minded it.
I got the bottoms on and set out a shirt for when I was done being bandaged. I was about to call for the nurses, when they came in.
It took them twenty minutes to apply the salve to the burns and rebandaged them. I slipped the shirt on and they said they would tell Dean he could come back in.
I walked over to the window and looked outside as I wrapped my arms around me. The sun was setting and I was looking forward to being able to leave in the morning.
Dean came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Feel a bit better."
I turned in his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Much better."
He moved a hand to my cheek as he searched my eyes and face. "You're even more beautiful than I remember." He said softly.
I smiled and gently pulled him down to meet my lips. He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist, avoiding the bandages.
"Alright, let's go." Sam said entering the room.
Dean pulled away and turned around. "I thought she wasn't allowed to leave till morning."
"Yeah, well, I flashed my badge and said we needed to take her somewhere safe incase whoever did this tried to come back. They didn't argue. So, let's go. You can follow me to the hotel. I already got you guys a room. Bobby too." Sam said pulling my converse shoes from my bag and picking up the bag.
I sat on the bed and slipped my shoes on and got up. Dean draped his jacket over my shoulders and wrapped his arm around them as we walked out. Bobby was at his van already.
I walked up to Bobby and gave him a hug. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. "Welcome back, darlin'."
"Good to be back." I replied as he let me go.
Dean opened the impala door for me and I slid in he followed and got behind the wheel. We followed Sam to the hotel and got out. He handed Dean a room key and Bobby.
Dean grabbed his bag from trunk as I stood before Sam, not sure what to do. After a moment of contemplating, my desire to hug him won. I wrapped my arms around his torso and he gently wrapped his arms around me… but it felt different.
He pulled away and smiled before walking toward his room. I watched him, knowing that something was different, but unable to figure it out.
"So, uh, I'm gonna make a run for food and liquor. I'll be back." Bobby nodded as he got in his van.
"So, if you don't remember anything after searching for pestilence… why aren't you freaking out that Bobby's walking?" Dean asked as he took my hand and pulled me gently toward our room.
I shrugged. I had noticed… obviously, but for some reason I felt like I already had known that he was walking.
Dean closed the door behind us and plopped his bag on the table. I took his jacket off and draped it on a chair as I kicked off my shoes. Dean plopped on the bed leaning back against the headboard.
"Get your tiny ass over here." He said with a smile.
I crawled across the bed and sat between his legs as he wrapped his arms around me.
"We need to get those burns healed, hun." He said softly.
I turned around and faced him as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head as he chuckled. I ran my hands over his chest, taking pleasure in the familiarity of every curve of his muscles. He closed his eyes and smiled in delight.
I leaned down and trailed kisses over his chest and up to his lips. He ran his hands through my hair as he deepened the kiss, sighing into me.
He laid me on my back and removed my bottoms, leaving the shirt on simply to cover the bandages. He was gentle, and I knew later he would take even more time exploring every curve of my body once the burns were healed. He let the energy flow in overwhelming amounts through us and any stinging in my back disappeared.
Afterward he brought me to the bathroom and filled the bathtub for me. He helped me remove the bandages to make sure that the burns were healed.
"Well, you're all healed now, babe." He kissed my bare shoulder. "I intend to take full advantage of you being healed later." He smirked at me in the mirror. "Let's get this stuff cleaned off of you."
I sat in the bath after pulling my hair into a bun, my knees to my chest as Dean gently scrubbed the salve from my back with a washcloth and soap.
A knock sounded on the door and Dean got up to answer it.
"Food and booze." I heard Bobby say. "Where's Dee?"
"Cleaning that stuff off her back… ointment or whatever."
"I take it she's all healed then?" Bobby asked.
"Uh, yeah. Didn't want to leave her with the burns." Dean said as he closed the door.
"Do I need to come back?"
"No, it's fine. Give me a few minutes." Dean said and returned to the bathroom with some clothes and set them on the counter for me. He ran his hand down my bare back. "All cleaned off, babe. We'll wait for you out there."
He kissed me quickly and left, closing the door behind him. I got out and dried off and got dressed and let my hair down. I joined Bobby and Dean… Sam was there too.
I sat on the bed by Dean and he handed me a beer.
"So, uh, I'm gonna head back home tomorrow. What's the plan for you three?" Bobby asked.
Sam glanced at me and shrugged. "I'll be hitting the road and getting back to hunting."
"Uh, so, you just… what? You're gonna go off on your own?" Dean asked as he moved his hand to my leg leaning against him.
"I mean you two are welcome to join me. I'm not just brushing you off. I'm just telling you what I intend to do. What you two decide to do is up to you." Sam said with a slight shrug.
"What's wrong with you, boy?" Bobby asked him. "I thought that girl there meant everything to you. At least she did before."
"I just didn't know what she wanted to do." Sam said flatly. "I'm not saying I don't care."
Bobby eyed him and took a drink of his beer.
"Well, Dee, what do you want to do?" Dean asked me.
"Guess we hunt." I said softly.
"You sure? I mean, you just got back… it's been a year, Dee." Bobby said.
"Are you doubting my skills?" I asked him with a smirk.
"No, not at all. Just thought you might want to take sometime off. That's all." Bobby replied.
"Hey, Bobby. Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Dean asked as he moved from the bed and followed Bobby outside.
"So, uh, do you remember anything?" Sam asked me softly.
"Last thing I remember before Cas took me was us search for pestilence." I replied as I stood up and walked toward him.
He hesitated a moment and then gently pulled me to his lap. I swallowed hard as I wrapped a hand around his cheek. He closed his eyes as I sent pulses of my energy through him.
"Dee… "
I pressed my lips gently to his, but he didn't kiss me softly… he kissed me hungrily, like he was searching for something in the kiss. There was no familiar energy. It was so different, twisted… almost dark.
He pulled away and gently slid me off his lap as he walked out. I went back to the bed, my pendant seeming to weigh a bit more… and slightly colder.
Sam had left the door open and Dean stuck his head in, "Everything alright, Dee?"
I shrugged and Dean motioned for Bobby to follow him inside.
"Maybe he just needs sometime. I mean it was his fist that tore through her." Bobby said, "Maybe he can't look past that, even though it was Lucifer controlling him"
"Or maybe his little spat in hell has changed him more than he's willing to admit." Dean added.
"I think you're right." I said. "There's something not right about it."
Dean sat back on the bed by me and put his hand on my knee. "What do you mean 'it'?"
"The energy… what helps me heal and gives me my power."
"Yeah, what about it? Is it different for me too?" Dean asked.
I smiled tenderly, "Stronger, but still the same." I ran my hand across his cheek and he turned to kiss my palm. "But it's changed in Sam."
"Couldn't that just be because of his time in hell?" Bobby asked.
Dean sat back against the headboard and pulled me to sit between his legs, leaning against him.
"I guess." I replied softly.
"Then give it time. Give him space, wait it out. It you poke the angry bear it might get worse." Bobby said and I chuckled.
"Sam's an angry bear now?"
"Pretty much." Bobby added. "So, Dean and you will go with Sam. Not just because you want to, but because we both agree that he needs you to pull him out of whatever this is."
"And if I can't?" I asked softly.
Dean and Bobby glanced at each other. "We'll worry about that when the time comes." Dean said.
"Alright, well, I've been up for over a day now. I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll make sure I say good bye before heading for home. And your bike and car are both still there. I got them covered. Sam wanted to take one of them, but I told him no. Didn't want the wrath of Dee on my ass if he messed either of them up." Bobby smiled.
"Thank you."
"Oh, and I've been replying to the emails as you for the foundation. Most of them are just about how it's doing seems your board had been handling it just fine. As for your investments and accounts… well, they've pretty much tripled." He beamed. "Your a certified millionaire… well, ya know, I'm not really sure if there's a certification for that, but you get the point."
"Aww, Bobby, thank you. How about the bar and hotel?"
"Both doing fine. Your manager has been handling it just fine." Bobby said as he stood up and grabbed a fresh beer on his way out.
"Thank you, Bobby." I said and he waved at me as he left.
"So, miss millionaire, what do you want to do?" Dean asked me.
"Stay right here." I said.
He wrapped his arms tighter around me, "That I can do, easily."
"So, uh, who's Lisa?" I asked after a few minutes of quiet.
"Uh, do I really have to answer that?"
"Yes."
He sighed, "Bobby and I spent weeks… turned into months looking for you. He tried to convince me to give up and move on. I didn't want to return to hunting. I knew Lisa long before I met you. She has a kid Ben, good kid. I figured I'd give the normal life a try with her. It lasted less than 6 months. I still kept looking for you.
"Lisa got tired of finding me looking at your picture. I kept your pendant on, never took it off. That pissed her off even more. She left months ago with Ben.
"I wouldn't let you go. I couldn't. You're it for me Dee. The only woman I've ever loved and the only one I will ever love." I brushed my cheek as I looked at him lovingly. "My one and only, even if I do have to share you with Sam."
I wrapped a hand around his neck, "I love you, Dean."
"Oh, baby, I love you more than you know. More than I realized until you were gone." He brought his lips to mine just as a knock sounded on our door.
Dean glared and got up, "Hold that thought, hun."
He opened the door and Sam was there, "Uh, Samuel and the others… they want to meet Dee, properly."
I got up and slipped my shoes on. Dean took my hand and Sam led up over to their room and knocked on the door. The one named Gwen opened it and let us in.
"Alright, well, I know you met them all earlier, but you were still kind of out of it. So, Gwen, Michael and Mark. They're all cousins of our mom's. And then Samuel of course." Sam said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Gwen stepped forward, "So, Sam says you're a pretty badass hunter. That true?"
"Uh, I guess." I replied softly.
"Don't be modest." Sam said. "She's a natural. The best I've ever met."
"Even out of us?" Mark asked with skepticism.
"Yeah, even out of us. Better than Dean and I combined." Sam replied.
"Can't really argue that." Dean said as he slipped his hand around my waist.
"So, this thing." Gwen lifted up my pendant from my chest. "It, uh, gives you powers?"
I held my hand out and materialized my dagger then I multiplied it until there were ten daggers floating in the air.
"That is so awesome!" Gwen said. "Can I hold one?" She asked eagerly.
I floated one to her hand and she inspected it closely.
"Is it silver?" She asked.
"Solid. Kills demons and angels." I added.
"Seriously? That's awesome!"
"Dee doesn't need a dagger to kill a demon though. She can to it with her bare hand and this wave thing from her daggers." Sam said almost proudly.
"So, you're a super hunter?" Mark asked.
"Pretty much." Sam said.
"Well, seems like she's mighty useful to have on a case." Samuel said, leaning forward on his knees. "I take it you'll be going with them, Sam?"
"Of course, he is. We're a team." I said.
"Yeah, well for the last year he's been working with us." Michael said.
For some reason I didn't like his tone. "Do you all have a problem with me? Because I'm really getting the impression that you do."
"Not at all. You've just been gone for a year, then show up in the middle of nowhere in a field scorching the ground. Witnesses saying you fell from the sky. How does one survive that?" Michael challenged.
Gwen stepped toward me and tried to slice the dagger across my arm, but I willed the dagger back to my hand first.
"What the hell?" Gwen said in surprise and stepped back.
I stepped away from Dean. I held my dagger. "What you think I'm not myself? Or that I'm a demon or something?"
"Can't say the thought didn't cross my mind." Mark said, crossing his arms.
I ran the dagger across my forearm and held it up, dripping blood.
"Dee!" Dean stepped toward me. "Alright, we're done here."
"Dean, they just wanted to be sure." Sam said flatly.
"Are you all satisfied now?" I asked, glancing at them.
"Can't blame us for questioning it." Gwen said with a smirk.
"No, but I can blame you for attempting to attack me with my own dagger!" I glared.
"You're welcome to cut us if you want to check." Mark said holding his forearm out.
"I don't need to. I can tell none of you are demons." I replied.
"Another power?" Michael asked incredulously.
"Any other questions?" I asked.
"You're good with guns, right?" Samuel asked.
"Yeah, I am. Do I need to demonstrate that too?" I asked, feeling a bit like I was being interrogated.
"Hand to hand?" Gwen asked stepping forward.
"You're kidding me right?" Dean asked. "What is this?"
"We just want to get an idea of what she's capable of." Samuel said.
I sheathed my dagger making it disappear. I motioned Gwen forward and the other guys with Sam helped move the furniture out of the way, giving us plenty of room.
"Oh, wait do you need Dean's permission to do this?" Gwen asked with a tilt of her head.
"Excuse me?" I asked with a glare. "I don't need anyone's permission."
"Uh, Mark… Michael you might wanna join." Sam said flatly.
"We don't want to hurt her." Mark said with a scoff.
"Trust me, you won't." Dean said, anger evident in his tone.
Michael and Mark shrugged and joined Gwen as they circled me. Gwen lunged forward with a right hook and I blocked it. Michael tried to surprise me from behind, but I dropped down and swung my leg out, knocking Gwen down and circling to block a hit from Mark.
Michael tried to grab me from behind, but I jabbed back with my elbow and his grip loosened. Mark swung out and I kicked him back using the momentum to kick off of him and using my core muscles to swing me over Michael and then landing behind him. Gwen tried to kick me, but I blocked it and swung out.
They tried to hit me, but didn't get a single hit in. I pinned Gwen against a wall with my arm and used my power to stop Michael and Mark in the tracks.
"Are we done here? Have I demonstrated enough for you?!" I looked at Samuel.
Samuel smirked at me like I was a prize horse he was bidding on. "You're good. Don't even think you used your powers until at the very end."
"That's because I didn't." I said as I released Gwen. "If I had… this would've ended with someone seriously hurt or dead."
"I really don't think she's exaggerating." Michael said as he rubbed his jaw. "She hits hard."
"Wouldn't mind having her fight at my side." Mark said with a smirk.
"Is there anything else that you all want to test me on? Trust me this fight was nothing. I've fought demons in numbers you can't imagine. I've fought angels. Hell, I've fought Lucifer himself. You three were easy."
"You got a sigil to keep from getting possessed?" Samuel asked.
I lifted up my shirt and showed them the tattoo on my ribs then put my shirt back. "Anything else?"
"You stop bullets with your daggers?" Samuel asked as he pulled out a gun.
"Alright, I've had enough of this!" Dean snapped.
Samuel fired and I materialized my dagger and stopped the bullet. "You're good. Sam says you're good with field work. Keep your phone on." Samuel said with a wide grin of satisfaction.
"I don't think I'll be giving you my number." I said as I sheathed my dagger and turned on my heel.
"Don't need to. Sam already gave it to me." Samuel said as I opened the door.
I looked at Sam who stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. I walked out, Dean behind me.
Sam followed, "Oh, come on. They just wanted to see how good you were. As always you were perfect."
Dean opened the door and I went in and gathered my clothes.
"Dee, what are you doing?" Sam asked.
"I'm leaving. I have no intention of staying here with them just a few doors down." I said, glaring at Sam. "You get a case, you call. We won't go far."
"Fine." Sam turned and walked out.
I stared at the door for a moment. "Is Bobby next door?" I asked Dean.
"Yeah. I'll get our stuff together. You go talk to him, I'll be there in a minute."
I walked next door and knocked.
"Hold your horses, I'm comin'." Bobby opened the door and I pushed inside. "What's going on?"
"What do you know about the Campbells?" I asked him.
"Uh, their Sam and Dean's family and they're hunters. What more do you need to know?"
"How about why they just put me through the ringer? Hand to hand combat." I held my arm out, still bleeding, "Gwen tried to attack me with my own dagger. Not to mention they fired a gun at me and I didn't have a dagger out."
"What?! Why would they-"
Another knock and Bobby opened it letting in Dean. "She tell you what just happened?" Dean asked as he came over to me and wrapped a washcloth around my forearm.
"Uh, yeah. Look, Samuel… he's a bit unorthodoxed-"
"Unorthodoxed? Bobby, they fired a gun at her! The worst part, Sam just stood there with a smirk on his face!" Dean yelled.
"They probably just wanted to see how good she was for themselves." Bobby replied with a sigh. "You gotta admit, Dean, it's difficult to believe that this pretty little package is so powerful. Sometimes a demonstration is necessary. Hell, I tested her when she first came to me."
"That was different, Bobby. You wanted to see if she could take care of herself before you let her come with us. This… this was different. Like they were testing her... on how they could use her." Dean said.
"That's exactly how it felt, Bobby. I don't mind being tested, that part didn't bother me, but the way they did it… they way they looked at me… I didn't like it."
"Something's not right here, Bobby. Sam coming back is one thing, but Sam and Samuel… there's something up." Dean said. "Look we're headed out. You find something you call us. I still have Dee's phone."
"Alright. You two stay safe. Is Sam joining you?"
"Don't know." I said. "Not sure I really care right now."
"And how's that gonna affect your… powers, bond thing?" Bobby asked.
"Truthfully, it's already been affected. I can already feel the difference. But it's not like I didn't try."
"What?" Dean asked.
"I kissed Sam, he pushed me away. The energy… it's twisted… wrong. That is not my Sam. That is not the Sam I share the bond with. The energy is still there, but it's… faded or clouded. Something is different. I don't know what. Until we figure out what that is… I'll have to adjust." I shrugged.
"Can you do that?" Dean asked. "I mean the two of you have chased me down to fix this… bond, saying your life has relied on both of us."
"But that was affected because of a choice you made. So, clearly Sam hasn't made a choice to walk away from me… yet anyways."
"Alright, we'll. I guess this is goodbye then. You two take care of each other, ya hear?" Bobby said.
Dean nodded and hugged him briefly before heading toward the door. I stepped forward and hugged him too.
"You take care of yourself, Dee. And Dean." Bobby said pulling away.
"I will. You take care Bobby. Call us if you find anything."
"Always do, darlin'."
Dean took my hand and we walked out. Sam was leaning against the impala, Mark and Gwen with him. I materialized my dagger in my hand.
"Off the car!" Dean said.
"Chill, we're not here to fight." Mark said.
"Forgive me if I don't believe you." I replied.
"Look," Gwen said, "We're on the same side. We're all hunters. We just felt the need to test you. You weren't raised a hunter. Sam said they met you like a few years ago or something on a hunt. Said you picked it up pretty fast. Dean took to you and decided to bring you along."
"Alright, first off, it was my decision to join them. Second, the only reason Dean even thought about me joining is because he knew my skills and that was all before I got my powers… or whatever you wanna call them. That hunt I met them on, I worked with them. They knew how resourceful I was and how helpful I could actually be."
"Okay, so why are you running from us? We're hunters too." Mark asked.
"Well, good for you. You're a hunter, I'm a hunter. It was such a pleasure to meet you. Please don't bother with a christmas card I don't check my mail that often. Now if you'll excuse us we're gonna hit the road." I said walking to the passenger's side door where Sam was leaning against, he didn't move.
"She's feisty." Mark said.
"You have no idea." Sam said with a smirk.
"No you really don't. I'm pissed! I've got adrenaline coursing through me and I'm more than happy to fight you all again if you want!" I snapped.
Sam chuckled, "Dee, you mind if I have a word with you?"
I sighed, "Fine."
He took my hand and I sheathed my dagger as he led me to his room.
He turned and faced me with his hands on my arms. I crossed my arms. "Look, Dee, that's our family out there. Dean and mine's."
"Yeah, well, excuse me if I'm not full of warm and fuzzies for people who attack me!"
"They just wanted to test you. Bobby's done it. We've done it. What's the big deal?"
"That was different, Sam. I knew what I was walking into. They just attacked me. Gwen tried to attack me with my own dagger! Samuel fired a gun at me!"
"You know, I vaguely remember a confident Dee who stood against 6 guns firing at her. That was nothing in there and you even said as much!"
"That's really not the point, Sam, and you know it."
"You're walking away from me here too. You know that right?"
"No, I'm not. I'm just not comfortable sleeping in a room so close to them right now. Dean and I won't go far. You wanna join us, then join us. Otherwise, I guess we'll meet up later. I'm not walking away from you, Sam. I love you, that hasn't and never will change."
He pulled me toward him and kissed me hard, his hands slipping under my shirt and holding he a bit harshly against him. I tried to enjoy it. But as he walked me back and pinned me against the wall, his hands not being gentle in anyway, I tried to push him off of me.
"Sam…" He pressed his lips harder against mine, the energy seeming to grow darker.
He didn't budge, only pressed himself harder against me. Then his hands went to my pants and I was done. I used my power to push him back and he smirked at me. My heart hammered. I willed the door open with my power and walked out quickly.
"Dee?" Dean asked, concerned.
"We're leaving now!" I said as I got in, glancing up at Sam leaning in his doorway, the smirk still on his face.
Dean got behind the wheel and drove away. I had tears streaming down my face. That hadn't been my Sam… I knew that for sure.
"Dee, hun, you're, uh, scaring me a bit. What happened?" Dean asked, once we were on the road.
"I'd rather not talk about it." I said softly as I looked out the window.
"Yeah, that's not an option, Dee. Tell me… Or show me. Your choice." Dean pulled over to the side of the road.
"If I show you…" I only contemplated that because I didn't know how to tell him. "Will you promise not to over react, or do anything until we've figured out what's wrong?"
Dean turned toward me, "You haven't even showed me yet and I already want to over react."
"Please, Dean, for me?" I looked at him and knew my look was not only pleading, but pathetic.
He brushed my tears away, "Show me."
I took a deep breath and placed my hand against his cheek and let the memory flow into him. When it was done, his jaw was tense. He shut off the car and slipped out of the car and pulled his phone out.
"Yeah, Bobby, it's me. Just listen. Something is very wrong with Sam. He seriously tried to force himself on Dee!" He was pacing in front of the car and I slipped out and leaned against the door. "Yeah, I'm sure. She showed me. Besides why would she lie about that anyway? I've never known her to lie, regardless of this!" He ran his hand through his hair. "There has to be something. This isn't Sam, you and I both know that. Before Lucifer he wouldn't have done anything ever to hurt her in anyway!" He sighed. "No, like Dee said, it has to be something to do with his own choice. Clearly, he hasn't given up on her… whatever it is he now what's from her. He hasn't chosen to walk away." He kicked at the dirt and rocks. "Of course that's what I wanna do right now! But I promised Dee I would wait until we could figure out what was wrong first. Just do me a favor and look into it. Test him whatever, we just need to figure this out. Thanks."
Dean put his phone back in his pocket and turned to look at me. I was shivering from the cold and Dean walked to the trunk and opened it and handed me my jacket. I went to slip it on, but stopped. My forearm was bleeding worse than before, even worse than when it had first happened.
Dean wrapped a hand around my cheek and brought his lips to mine gently. He let me deepen the kiss, not pushing any further than I wanted it. But Dean was different, the energy was the same, the touch so familiar and driving desire through me. I could feel the cut healing instantly and when he pulled away to look at my arm it was healed. He smiled sweetly as I put my jacket on.
He pulled me into a hug. "We're gonna figure this out, Dee. I promise. In the meantime, I don't want you alone with him."
"It's Sam, Dean. I shouldn't be afraid of him."
"Yeah, well, he's my brother and I shouldn't want to deck him,, but I do! Like you said, something is wrong. Maybe it's just his time in hell… maybe it really did just screw him up. Or maybe… it's something else. Whatever it is, we'll figure it out."
I had my arms wrapped around his torso, under his jacket. I wanted to stay there. But it was late and growing colder.
We climbed back into the impala. Once he had it in drive he wrapped his arm around me. We drove for a couple of hours and then stopped at a diner to eat something.
After we ate we found a hotel. I sat on the bed with my knees to my chest, my head resting on my knees as Dean took a shower. I couldn't stop thinking about what Sam had tried to do. It hadn't gone further, but it still hurt.
I slipped my jeans off, still having one of Dean's over shirts on. I climbed under the covers, curled in a ball on my side and stared at the wall. When Dean was done he laid down behind me and just held me. We fell asleep.