This chapter contains some direct dialogue from the episode 'O Brother Where Art Thou'.

Dean appeared in a clearing with gorgeous mountains, lake and forest. A beautiful brunette in a long black dress stood several yards away. Dean seemed to be transfixed by her, paralyzed by the strange bond between them. She walked up to him and smiled. Dean felt a bolt of energy, like and electric shock pass through his body, starting down in his toes and moving all the way up to the top of his head. She touched his arm and his head swam.

"Where... where is A-Amanda?", Dean stuttered, blinking to clear his head. He was terrified that Amara had harmed her in some way. Amara rolled her eyes and heaved a heavy sigh.

"She's fine, Dean", Amara groaned. "She's still outside the church waiting for you like a good little girl." She folded her arms over her chest and tilted her head at him like a disgruntled teenager, angry at her parents.

"You don't like her very much, do you?", Dean growled, smirking. His sister could be a spitfire and he kinda liked the idea that Amara felt threatened by her. Amara looked away and Dean could hear her teeth grinding together. "Are you afraid of my little sister, Amara?" Amara barked a loud laugh and looked deep into Dean's eyes before she spoke.

"I fear NOTHING!", Amara spat. It was Dean's turn to laugh, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a strangled chuckle. He knew that she was lying. He could see the fear hiding behind her stoic demeanor. But he was having trouble showing any malice toward her.

"You're a bad liar, Amara", Dean croaked. Amara smiled again, trying to mask the rage that flashed in her eyes. She ran her hands up Dean's chest and moved in close to him.

"She's holding you back, Dean", Amara whispered. "You were destined for greater things and she's only keeping you from reaching your full potential!"

"Wha... what are you t-talking about?", Dean's eyes scrunched up in confusion. "Amanda isn't holding me back from anything. She's my family!" He didn't know what she was getting at and his head was swimming again from her closeness. He was starting to have trouble concentrating. "What are you talking about?", he repeated in a daze.

"This", Amara whispered as she leaned in, grabbed his face in both hands, and opened her mouth. She meant to take his soul, but changed her mind and kissed him gently instead. He couldn't help but kiss her back. It was like his mouth had a mind of it's own. Finally Dean broke away from the kiss, panting with desire that he desperately tried to stamp out.

"What was that", Dean breathed. He wanted to move away, but he couldn't make his legs obey him. Amara ran her fingers up and down the back of Dean's neck as she stared into those beautiful green eyes.

"The future", She whispered close to his ear. "The inevitable result of our first meeting. The future that this girl, this Amanda, is keeping you from!" She was pleading with him with her eyes to listen. "What you've been feeling since that moment. What we both felt. That we're bonded. You're the one who set me free."

"No, that was an accident!", Dean growled. Amara chuckled, caressing Dean's cheek. Fire burned under the skin where she touched him.

"It was destiny. You bore the Mark. I am the original Mark." Amara pulled the strap of her dress aside and showed him the Mark on her chest. "You and I will be together." Amara laid her palm against Dean's face and the burning spread and intensified under her small hand. "If you let Amanda go."

"Wha... what!?" Dean was able to wrench himself away from her and take several steps back.

"She is keeping you caged, Dean!", Amara whined, walking toward him again. Dean shook his head, willing the fuzziness in his mind and the sensation in his cheek to go away. No other woman he had ever met made him feel the way she did and he knew that, deep down, there was a part of him that liked it. No, loved it! And that terrified him. "But, I can make it so you don't have to worry about her anymore! You won't have anything to hold you here! Your brother can survive without you. You've always known that." Amara continued to walk toward him slowly while she spoke. Dean stood there with his eyes on the ground, unable to focus. "But, Amanda? She is so dependent on the two of you! She'd never survive the loss of either of her brother's. You know that too."

"What are you saying?", Dean whispered breathlessly. He felt light headed and wobbled on unsteady legs.

"I think you know what I'm saying, Dean", Amara sighed. "You just don't want to admit that I'm right." His head shot up and he stared at her wide-eyed with shock. His breath caught in his throat and he stumbled backward, away from her.

"WHAT!? NO!", Dean bellowed. "DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!" Dean's mouth dropped open. It was the first time he had dared to stand up to her and that tiny part of him, deep down, was screaming at him to say 'I'm sorry'. But he would never stand by and allow his baby sister to be erased by The Darkness. Not while he still breathed anyway.

"Dean! Please!", Amara whimpered. She held out her hand as she crept close to him. "It is the only way that we can truly be together! To become one!" Dean cringed. Inside he was warring with himself. He so desperately wanted to gank this bitch, go home, and have a beer. But another part of him yearned to have Amara in his arms. To feel her soft lips moving against his again. The way she made him feel was intoxicating and he didn't know how much longer he could resist her. Dean lowered his head and stared at his boots as he began to speak.

"If you so much as touch a hair on her head, Amara", Dean growled under his breath. "I swear..." Dean slowly lifted his face up to meet hers. "You will NEVER have me. EVER!" Amara froze with her arm reaching for him, her bottom lip trembling. Tears weld up in her eyes, but instead of a sob, a primal scream of rage erupted from her mouth. Her arms shot up and the next thing Dean knew he was standing in the park across the street from the church again. He stood there looking around and wondering what the hell just happened, when something slammed into his chest, knocking him off his feet. All the air was forced out of him as he landed hard on his back. Amanda laid on top of him with her arms wrapped around his middle.

"DEAN!", Amanda sobbed. "Where were you! I was so worried! Are you OK?!" Dean wheezed and coughed, trying to catch his breath.

"Yes", Dean croaked. "I'm OK." Amanda had her face buried in Dean's chest, squeezing him around the waist like a vise. "Amanda! I can't breathe!", Dean wheezed. Amanda jumped back up to her feet and covered her mouth.

"OH! DEAN! I AM SO SORRY!", Amanda shouted, but the sound was muffled under her hand. Dean chuckled as he stood up, brushing off the back of his pants. But his expression darkened and his gaze focused on his surroundings.

"It's OK." Dean muttered. His eyes darted around, searching for Amara. He was afraid of what she might do to his sister. When he found no sign of her, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"What is it, Dean?", Amanda whispered. "What happened to you?" Dean closed his eyes and his whole body shuttered before he looked back up at her again. Dean growled low under his breath and Amanda's breath caught in her throat.

"Amara happened."