Third Person POV:

Dean paced the length of the room, concerned as he tried to think of a way to fix this situation.

He knew that talking to Bella right now was not going to help.

Hell, he would probably end up making it worse.

He did think of a few ideas but quickly threw them out the window when Sam shook his head at him from the couch, before he even opened his mouth.

He finally just gave up and sat down in defeat next to Sam on the couch.

"Alright, I give. How in the hell are we going to calm her down?" Dean asked, looking towards Bobby and Cass for help.

"You are not." Castiel calmly replied, as he kept his pacing of the room without missing a step.

"What the hell do you mean we are not? Did you not see how affected she was out there? She could have hurt herself. She could have hurt us, and you are telling me that we can't do anything to ease her pain? You gotta give me something here Cass— that girl— that girl is suffering and you are telling us that we can't do anything to help her?" Dean asked, looking completely defeated now.

"It is not my place to interfere. I can only help guide her." Castiel replied with the same defeated tone.

"Bull. I call bullshit. That girl is the sweetest girl we have ever met, and I for one am not about to let her continue to suffer for something that isn't even her fault. I won't do it." Dean said as he stood up and made his way down the stairs to where the unconscious girl had been laid.

As he walked in, he found her sitting on the bed with her legs brought up to her chest and arms wrapped around them tightly, as tears ran down her face.

He silently pulled the chair that was by the wooden desk and sat down next to the bed.

"You know, how long I have been talking to him…" She whispered with a sniffle.

He shook his head silently and allowed her to talk, in hopes of her feeling better after the explosive events that happened in the afternoon.

"I was only three when I first had a dream with him. He promised me he would always protect me. I never questioned it. Not once… Until I moved back to Forks to live with my— sigh— with Charlie. Now, I feel so hurt. He lied to me." She sniffled as she wiped her face and looked away from him.

"So, you',ve basically known him all of your life? Why does him lying to you hurt so much?" Dean asked, curiously.

"Because the person I thought I could trust the most has hurt me the most." She replied, as her lower lip began to wobble.

Dean nodded, understanding her completely as he dropped his gaze to his hands before looking up at her.

"I feel so alone now. I don't have any family left. The person I trusted the most has been lying to me… maybe I am meant to be alone." She said, as her voice broke again, and she sniffled again.

Dean suddenly stiffened and shot out of his seat, shaking his head. "No, you are not. Bells, look at me. You are not alone, do you hear me? You have me, you have my brother Sammy, and you have Bobby. You will never be alone again. Not now, not ever." He told her fiercely.

"Don't say that." She told him brokenly.

"Why not? Don't you want to be a part of this fucked up little family?" He asked her, with wide eyes.

She shook her head, sadly, before looking away. "I can not let you guys get hurt because of me. Everyone I care about always gets hurt. If you, or Sammy, or even Bobby got hurt… I couldn't live with myself." She muttered, as a stray tear fell down her cheek.

"Nah, nothing bad can happen to us that isn't already happening to us. You're a part of this fucked up little family, whether you want to be or not, and family will alway have your back." He said as he sat in the bed next to her. "—and we always stick together no matter what." He added.

She gave him a small watery smile before nodding.

"You should smile more often… it looks good on you." He commented, raising his hand and wiping the tears from her cheek.

"As of lately, I hadn't really had a reason to smile." She whispered, closing her eyes as she felt him stroke her cheeks with the back of his hand.

"Stick with me, Bellsy, I'll keep finding reasons for you to smile." He whispered back, as she leaned into his touch.

"Deal." She said as she extended her hand towards him.

He smiled in relief before nodding too and taking her hand into his larger one. "Deal." He repeated. "Now, let's go get something to eat. I am starving." He added before pulling her off the bed and leading her out of the safe room and up the stairs.

"Men and their hunger." She muttered under her breath as she followed him up the stairs.