His silver eyes didn't shine as much. The scruff on his face was thick and untrimmed. His clothing was casual instead of business like. He held a smoking gun in one hand.

I couldn't be here. I couldn't be around him. I just couldn't. I needed to get out of here. I turned away and attempted to run, but his reflexes were still swift and he snatched up my arm and pulled me back around.

"You don't get out of this that easily," Ketch grumbled, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked over me. "I need answers."

I tried to open my mouth to speak but the words alluded me and panic took over. In a whiff of black smoke I opened my eyes and was met with my throne room. I took a deep shaky breath and collapsed into my chair. My head was swimming, my heart was pounding for the first time in years.

I had tortured so many souls, beaten so many monsters. I was the fucking Queen of Hell for fucks sake. And yet... His voice still made me shiver. Being held even briefly by him made my heart go crazy. I thought he was dead. He thought I was dead. I couldn't go back there now. I couldn't finish that fight. I...

"Ma'am?" Mehak spoke up behind me. I tried to collect my breathing, not turning to face him.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound stronger than I felt.

"We... We assumed you'd be out all afternoon. You missed the soul meeting," he said, clearing his throat a little.

"I'll hear your notes later. For now, leave me alone," I muttered, my voice shaking at the end.

"Ma'am-"

"I said leave!" I shouted, my voice echoing back at myself through the room. This time the demon had slipped into my voice, making it deeper and more monstrous.

I felt him leave as I began to play with the engagement ring that I still wore around my neck for some reason, the red jewel just as bright as it was before I had died.

Now Ketch knew where I was. I had given it away with the magic trick. And he knew how to enter hell. We'd done it together previously. He would come to find me. And until then I needed to prepare myself for battle. He wasn't going to get to me like he used to.

I didn't need him. This was my kingdom. All of it was mine. And not even Lucifer himself would rip it away from me.

"Charlton!" I shouted, my voice coming back to me in a lonely way.

The door opened and he stepped in, closing the door behind him before he came up to where I sat. He gave me a questioning look, waiting for an order, but I didn't know what to say.

I bit my finger, making it bleed as the room held its tense silence. Finally I sighed.

"I need someone to look into something for me. Recently came to my knowledge that graveyards are turning up empty. I want to know why."

"You do not know why?"

"Let's just say that my contact may have lost his head," I replied with a tight and fake smile.

"I will make sure someone checks it out." He glanced back behind him towards the door. "Is that all you needed from me?"

I gave a nod and he bowed his head slightly, turning and heading for the door. My fingers tapped on the arm of the chair and my chest swirled with so many feelings that I couldn't pin them down or name them.

"Wait," I called. Maybe I just didn't want to be alone. Maybe there was something wrong with me. Maybe being happy about destroying your supposed best friend's life wasn't supposed to make me feel joy. "I need something else."

"Yes?" Charlton quickly turned back with a kind smile and gleam in his eyes.

"Fuck me."

"You do seem stressed. Any particular reason?"

"I need to forget for a bit. Anything to seperate my mind from my body." I got to my feet and moved towards him. "Fuck me."

"You don't need to ask twice, darling," he said, his fingers lacing through mine.

I sat slumped in my throne, head resting in my hand lazily. It had been hours of soul talk, hours of numbers going up and hounds bringing in large amounts of deals. I ran my other hand down the back of a pup I had resting in my lap. The hounds might have been scary as a human, but when you were their handler they were no more than a house pet. I gave a bored look to Mehak as he continued spouting off about numbers and new deals.

"We also have more information about the Alexander." This caught my attention and I sat up straighter, being careful not to disturb the pup.

"What information?" My curiosity was piqued. This man had taken out three of my hounds in the last two days. Only a hunter could do that, a strong one at that.

"Well. To be precise my queen." Mehak looked nervous. "We have him here."

"You captured him?" I raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "A man that managed to kill my hounds and escape my demons multiple times. You caught him?"

"Well actually," The lesser demon gave a nervous laugh. "He turned himself in to us."

"And why would he do that?"

"We're not sure, but he-"

"Bring him to me." I demanded, "I'd like to see this man before the torturing begins."

"Right away ma'am." Mehak disappeared in a puff of smoke.

I sat back in my chair again, the hound pup jumping from my lap and pacing in front of the chair. I watched the demonic animal curiously. It was nervous.

"What's wrong Niak?" I asked it.

Maybe it could sense that this man was the one that had killed it's friends, it's family even. Maybe it felt it was in danger. I didn't understand why, the hounds were never afraid like this. I stood from my throne and pushed the pup to a door in the back of the room, leading it out so that it could return to the pins where we held the rest. I then stepped to the middle of the room and waited. I didn't have to wait long before the large wooden doors opened in front of me and a man was brought in. His head was bowed, hands bound behind his back, thrown onto his knees to face me.

"So you're the one that thinks he can kill my hounds and get away with it." I stood my ground, trying to intimidate the man, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

The man was silent.

"Answer me." I walked towards him, my boots tapping across the floor in the quiet room.

He remained silent.

"I said answer me!" I forced his face up to look at me.

Those eyes met mine. Those silver eyes that I had never forgotten. I held his chin in place, too stunned to move. A smile crept across his lips. I felt my heart flutter in my long dead chest.

"Leave us." I didn't have to repeat myself.

We were alone. I took a breath as I ran my thumb across his jaw line. He closed his eyes as I caressed his face. He was alive. He was here in front of me. I fell to my knees and threw my arms around his neck.

"You were dead."

"So were you, love." Ketch said.

God it was so good to hear his voice. It made me feel warm inside for the first time in the last year. It made me feel human.

I pulled back and looked at his face again. There were nothing but small changes. A few new scars, untamed scruff, a dull look to those silver eyes I loved so much. I couldn't help myself as I leaned forward and pulled him into a kiss. It was exactly what I'd been missing. The piece of me that had been missing had found its way back. I pulled away from this and rested my forehead against his.

"Where have you been? Not even Crowley could find you." I asked.

"You looked for me?"

"Of course I did. As soon as I came to I started."

"Why did you stop?"

"I had Hell to run. And I was trapped in Elly's world for a while before I found a way back." I couldn't lie to him.

"Why did you go back there?"

"I needed her kid's help." I opened my eyes and looked into his. God I'd missed them. I felt a pang in my heart as I continued to look into them. "I missed you."

The smile came across his lips again. "You'll never know how much I missed you, love."

I snapped my fingers and watched his arms go slack as the restraints around his wrists disappeared.

"Show me then." I whispered.

Ketch's hand came up to my face and I relaxed into it, sighing and closing my eyes. His touch was soft and gentle. I felt him pull me close and then kiss me softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck again and fell back to the ground, pulling him down with me. Our kiss broke as his arms went out to steady himself. I reached up for his face and brought it back to mine, leaving our lips a whisper apart.

"Do you still love me like this?" I asked the question that would always burn me.

"I never stopped loving you."

I searched his eyes for a lie but found none. That filled me with incredible joy. I brought his lips to mine again and let the hunger that I had kept pent up flow through me and into my movements. I would never be able to get enough of this. I would never again have enough of him. I wanted this ache so badly as I kissed him harder, his hand roaming over my sides and under my shirt. We explored each other, remembering spots that made the other crazy. Like when I traced my finger over a thin scar that ran over his chest, from his second rib to just below the waist of his jeans. Or when he ran his finger over my nipple, sending a shiver through my body. I wanted him. I needed him.

His hands tugged off my shirt over my head, breaking us apart for only a few seconds. But this time my lips found his neck, stalling momentarily as the cold floor hit my back and made me arch into him. I pulled him closer to me, bit at the side of his neck, and licked up to where I found his pulse. His heartbeat matched mine. This made me smile. I wanted him in me. I wanted the ache from him. I wanted to watch his face. I pushed up on his chest, pushing him to a sitting position. I smiled, letting my lust take the position of thought and reason. I sat up and pushed on his chest again, hard enough to send him back onto his ass.

"I thought I was the one in charge." Ketch smirked.

"Not anymore." I got on top of him.

It'd been a while since I'd done this, I'd let everyone else take control. But this was mine. He was mine. And it was my turn to be in control and show just how much I needed this.

My teeth took to his neck. I didn't need to be gentle with him. He wouldn't mind the bruising later. And I was going to mark him as mine so everyone knew. No one would ever touch him again.

I pushed his riding jacket from his shoulders and to the floor. He swiftly pulled me back to him in a kiss, his scruff scratching against my cheeks. I would have to make him at least trim that later. It would be distracting if I kept running my hands through it.

I pulled back, breathing hard, searching his eyes. They were bright again, molten liquid. It awakened something in me. Something deep. Something that pushed all other feeling away. I just wanted him and I wanted it now.

I ripped his shirt over his head and pushed him back against the cold floor. He gasped as he made contact with it, but it just made me smile.

I kissed down his chest, biting in places to make him squirm and gasp. His hands kept a steady hold on my hips as my fingers traced over scars. I bit along the subtle v that dipped down below his jeans. He needed to know that I was never going to let him leave my side again.

He inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into my hips. "Don't do that."

"What?" It made me smile. "This?" I licked back up the way I'd bitten, being slow with it. His head fell back and a long moan came from his chest. My smiled widened. "Or this?" I laid butterfly kisses back down the same way, running my hands along the inside of his thighs for added pleasure.

"I-I said to stop that," he said through clenched teeth. I was sure if I were human his fingers would have left blue and purple across my skin. Maybe I'd let him.

"You want me to stop?" I teased. My tongue dipped under the waistline of his jeans and he groaned deeply.

I didn't give him a chance to answer. I unzipped his jeans and forced my fingers inside, tracing around the tip as my mouth went back to his chest. Biting, licking, softly kissing everything I could get at. I was going to drive him insane. My fingers working to just barely tease and touch. His fingers lost their grip as I continued to please him.

I had missed this. Fucking hell, I had missed this. No one would ever compare to anything he could do or be. Not Charlton, not Lucifer. No demon or angel. Nothing.

"Pedicabo me…" Ketch groaned.

I laughed a little and looked up at him. "Did you just say fuck me now in Latin?"

"Yes." he more or less growled, "And I meant it. Stop teasing me."

I could agree with that. While teasing was fun, the ache I felt was strong and I knew he was the only thing that was going to help it. I pushed his hands from my hips and slowly stripped myself of my own jeans and the silky lace that adorned the rest of my body. His hands went back to my hips but I swatted them away.

"Wait your turn." I instructed. He whimpered in dislike, but he didn't fight me as I pushed his hands back down to his sides. He liked that I was taking control. "Be a good play thing."

I stripped him of those jeans as slowly as I could, dragging my fingers up the inside of his legs when they were gone. I had control here. I could play all I wanted. But I needed him too. I needed him inside me already. Or I would lose that control like I always did when I played these games with him. I always lost. And it wouldn't do. I wasn't going to be pushed around anymore.

"Alex, I will pin you down if you don't hurry up."

I laughed and leaned back down, my teeth grazing over his hip. His back arched and his hands became fists. "I told you to behave." I looked into those eyes again, they were as molten as liquid iron.

I pinched the edges of his boxers and dragged them down his hips slowly, dragging my fingers behind them. I smiled as I crawled back over him, giving his tool a slow lick on the way up. He groaned again, whispering more dirty things in Latin.

The ache I had for him was growing and I wanted it gone. I couldn't imagine how he felt. I positioned myself correctly before going down, letting out a well deserved moan as he filled me, making me whole again. I let his hands take control of my hips again, driving them up and down, stroking us both.

"Arthur…" I moaned, wanting more and knowing that would drive him faster.

To my satisfaction it still did. He pushed in harder and harder, replacing the ache I felt with a growing warmth in my gut. In and out again, over and over and over until we were moaning each others names left and right. Until there was no more to build up to. Until there was only bliss and I fell to his chest.

Nothing could compare to that. Nothing would ever compare to that. Nothing would ever replace what I just felt and I was never going to let myself lose it again.

"Why do you need her daughter?" Ketch asked as he ate a french fry.

"She's a nephilim," I replied, watching his every movement. I wanted to memorize him and his actions. I felt like I had forgotten them. Forgotten him. Pushed the memory of him so far away when I had lost hope of finding him. "But that doesn't matter now. I won't ever be allowed near any of them again."

He tipped his head to the side curiously as he sipped on his milk shake. He set the cup aside and I couldn't help but pick it up. I didn't need to eat anymore. I didn't feel hunger anymore. And I hadn't tried to eat since I had woken. But I was curious. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss the taste of fast food.

I took a sip and immediately regretted it. Maybe this was punishment. Maybe I deserve this. It was a little funny that alcohol seemed to be the only thing I could drink, though it did nothing. It was like I had eaten a mouthful of cement or just shoved my face into a firepit and tried to eat the charcoal. I pushed the drink away sadly, my nostalgia fading away quickly.

I looked up at Ketch who was quietly munching on his fries, waiting for me to speak i rolled my eyes with a sigh.

"I fucked up, Ketch. I fucked up so very hard."

He chuckled. "I'm sure that's not true."

"I was very irresponsible when you were gone." I lowered my face into my hands and sighed before meeting his questioning gaze. "I might have tried to sleep with her boyfriend."

He choked on the bite of burger he had, coughing and sputtering. "You-you what?" he gasped out.

"I might have slept around while you were gone." His eyebrows furrowed and he looked like he was chewing on his tongue. "I thought you were dead!" I blurted out defensively, wanting to sink away, disappear somewhere else. But I couldn't do that to him. Not again.

"You slept with a demon?" It was a complete guess on his part, but he had never been slow in any means.

"I thought you were dead!" I repeated, hiding behind my hands again.

"You tried to sleep with Lucifer?"

"I thought you were dead."

It was like I was a broken record. It was the only thing I could think to say. The only defense I had, though it wasn't much.

"You still have the ring?"

The words stopped me. I peaked up through my fingers to meet cool eyes. I glanced down to where it hung around my neck before returning my attention to his newly shaved face. He was waiting patiently for my answer.

It took a moment to get the feeling back into my face enough to speak. "I've never taken it off."

"Why?"

The word clung to the air around us, drilling into my ears. It made my chest tight.

"It's been the only thing that has keep me from going full demon crazy psycho bitch. I came close so many times. I could never live without it. It was all I had of you." My hand clutched to the ring and chain. "It kept me in check. It kept me sane. I-I loved you Arthur." I shrunk down in the booth. "I still love you. I never stopped."

"Then you better begin wearing it correctly."

I blinked several times taking in his words. My fingers moved to the clasp and easily unhooked the chain like I had so many times before. I slipped the ring off of the chain and looked over the square red gem that caught the fluorescent lighting.

I held it out in the palm of my hand towards Ketch who looked confused as he took it from me. I held out my left hand to him and he seemed to catch on because he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it before slowly sliding the ring onto my finger.

"You're not mad at me?" I asked shyly.

"You joking?" He laughed. "I'm furious. But..." His hand still held mine gently. "But I think I can overlook it."

"I'll never be able to make it up to you." I said, "Pretty sure I'll never be me again either."

"What do you mean, love? You seem right as rain to me."

"Never mind." I sighed, not wanting to ruin this moment anymore than I already had. "What have you been doing? Not even my hounds could find you until you were running around killing them."

"You were sending those mutts after me?"

"I didn't know it was you, Alexander." I said, defending myself. "And I was sending them after people who I needed to collect from. You just happened to be in the same place."

"Then you know what I've been doing for the last year or so."

"Not quite. You've only been on our radar the last few days." I picked up a fork and began to pick my nails with it as my knife was probably somewhere back in the throne room with my underwear that I hadn't been able to find.

"I've been trying to take care of the monsters that have been popping up. Been trying to protect those being hunted by your dogs."

"Protect them?" I looked at him questioningly. "Why?"

"I'm sure you remember what it felt like." He pushed his finished tray aside. "You've been on both sides. I think you can see what I was trying to do."

"They're eternally binding contracts," I shot back with a smile. It was the only thing I could come up with to do with my face. "You can't break those contracts."

"Might I remind you that you have destroyed multiple of those contracts, breaking your own yourself."

I opened my mouth to make another comment before closing it again. He was right and there was no way I could get around it. "You have a point." I mumbled.

He simply nodded in agreement. "So why the nephilim?"

"She can help in my own cause." I said, leaning my face against my hand and looking him over. I was nice to see him so casual. The suits were classy and sexy but this version was closer to the hunter I'd always thought I'd fall for.

"And what would that be love?"

"Before I died, Cael told me that God had a plan for me. Something I had to do."

He laughed. "For a demon?"

"I don't know," I replied back. "But ever since I've started trying to end all of the monsters that I could, I've felt right somehow. Like I was always meant to do this."

His face became serious. "Alright." He nodded. "I might not be a nephilim, but I'm here. What can I do to help?"

"You mean you'll still help me?"

"For better or for worse," was my answer. "Come on. Let's get going. You can explain more to me in the car and maybe we can come up with something you can do to apologize to El."

I nodded and slid from the booth. He followed and held open the door for me. I stepped out into the night and I felt his hand slip into my pocket and steal my car keys from me. He quickened his pace to get to my car door before me. The perfect gentleman.

I paused in my step as my eyes caught sight of fabric hanging from his back pocket. I snatched it up and he turned to look at me.

"What is this?" I asked as a blush came to my cheeks. "You stole my underwear?"

"It didn't seem like you needed it," was his reply.

"You cheeky fucking bastard. You took my underwear." I smacked him across the arm with the lace and he snatched up my arm, pulling me into his chest. "You had these hanging out of your pocket all night?"

"Took you long enough to catch on, love." He kissed me deeply as if we had never been apart. As if everything were oh so normal.

I pushed him away with a laugh. "You're impossible. " He opened the passenger door for me and helped me in. "I'm keeping these."

"That's fine." He took the door in his hand and it took a moment for me to make out the words he said before the door closed. "But I get to keep your virginity."

Ketch pulled my car into the bunkers garage and I put my hand on his arm.

"Before we go in." I took a deep breath, "Dean has gotten a little edgier, and they're probably all going to be super mad at me."

"I thought he would have mellowed with age.," Ketch hummed in thought.

"You and everyone else." I said, taking another deep breath. "You first. They're less likely to kill you."

"I am not anywhere near their favors, in case you've forgotten. And I doubt that they will take kindly to me after the way I left when you didn't come back."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I didn't think my death had been that big of a deal.

"I couldn't stay. I gave it a day and then packed up and left. I didn't say a word. I didn't help with the funeral. I just couldn't. I... Left." He kept his gaze down and played with my car keys. He glanced up at me and nodded towards the door. "We'll face this together."

I nodded and got from the car a bit numb. I hadn't thought about what my death would do to the others. What was wrong with me? Had I really thought that no one would care if I died? I took a step but immediately turned and hugged Ketch instead of continuing inside.

"I'm sorry." I said softly. I didn't try to explain it.

"There's no need to apologize." He kissed the top of my head, sending a warmth all the way down to my toes. "There's no point of delaying the inevitable. Time to put a smile on."

"Right." I let him go, except for his hand. I held that tightly.

We walked down into the main room. It was empty. No angels, no Elly, no brothers. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then Dean came out of the kitchen.

"Hey, Alex." He said walking past us with a plate of bacon and eggs in his hands, "Hey Ketch."

Dean began to walk down the hallway and I took another deep breath as he disappeared. And then I heard his footsteps stop and quickly come back up the hallway.

"You fucking British bastard!" He yelled, plate now balancing in one hand as he gestured with the other, "Why the fuck did you come back here?!"

"Just on a jolly holiday," he replied dully, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. "Are you that thick?"

"Who said you could come back here?" Dean demanded.

"I did," I shot back with a roll of my eyes. "Will you chill out, please? What are you even doing here?"

Dean's eyes stayed stuck in Ketch as he answered. "Elly called. Was completely in tears, distraught. She won't tell me what happened. Finally drugged her so she could calm down. She's asleep. Care to explain?"

"I….I…" I shifted back and forth, not sure how to respond or even begin to tell him.

"I think it'd be best if you left," Dean said softly, pain in his voice.

"She came to apologize. I think we can allow her the opportunity."

"Shut your mouth you lousy tea drinker."

"What room is she in?" I asked, trying to break up their bantering.

"No. No way." Dean put his plate down on one of the tables and stood tall. "I am not going to let you anywhere near her, unless you tell me what the hell happened."

I could feel the anger building in me again. This wasn't the time for this. "I fucked up ok?!" My brother was silent. I blinked and tried to calm myself. "I fucked up, Dean. I ruined something I shouldn't have touched in the first place. I broke her heart and now..."

I could feel the anger turning into an emotion I hadn't felt in a long time. I started to cry. What was this? It was like I was experiencing this all over again for the first time and I wasn't sure how to react. It was like I'd gone from one extreme to the other.

"Dean please just tell me where she's at." I said softly, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice.

He looked stunned. Shocked. "You... She..." He closed his eyes, his stance softening. "She's in Ali's room."

I nodded and pushed past him. "Don't kill him." I said on my way by.

I walked slowly down the hall, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to say as long as she didn't kill me on entrance. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that what I'd done was wrong and that somewhere in my body I had to feel bad about it. I paced outside the door, not wanting to walk inside but knowing I had to.

When I finally worked up the courage, I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. There was a single lamp clicked on from one of the bedside tables.

On the bed, clutching to a pillow was a sleeping Elly. Her hand was bandaged in white. She looked restless. Like she wasn't sleeping well. And I couldn't blame her. How long had it been since she had slept? And Dean had mentioned drugs. How badly had I hurt her that he had to subdue her?

I slowly moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge, my mouth dry. I still had no idea what to say. I wasn't even sure if I should wake her. I let out a long sigh. Talking to her while she was sleeping would be easier than talking to er while she was awake. But I didn't want to be a coward. I saw her phone on the side table and grabbed it. There was a way to do this without waking her. I opened her phone and found the camera, turning on the recorder before talking.

"El, I…." I sighed again, "I don't know if you'll find this or even listen to it when you do find it but…I have to say it." I took the biggest breath I could. "I'm sorry. I know those words will never be enough to heal what I did to you. I know nothing I ever do will be enough."

I could feel my eyes beginning to wet with tears again, "I don't know why I did it, El. And I hate myself for it. I'm a bigger monster than anything we've ever faced together." I lowered my voice so I could keep it steady, "I broke your heart and your trust and I will never deserve it again. And I'm….I'm just so sorry, El."

I was crying now, "You saved my life and cared for me so much and all I did to pay you back was betray you like that." I could feel myself shaking as I talked now. "I don't deserve your forgiveness. I don't deserve your trust. I don't deserve you as my best friend." I stopped for a second and shifted so that I could see her. "You're so beautiful, El. And not only by looks. You have a beautiful soul too, I can see it now. It's bright and cheerful and I'm not going to corrupt it anymore." I sniffed. "I love you, Elly." I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I left it with that and stopped recording.

I placed the phone back onto the stand it had been on, but continued to sit there a minute longer. I watched as she twitched and moved around in her sleep. It didn't look happy. I wanted to help her.

I stood and put my hand just above her forehead. I closed my eyes and thought about giving her something happy to think about. I thought about her love for penguins and my brothers. I thought about how happy Lucifer made her before they came here. I thought about how proud she must be of her daughter. And I gave her these thoughts. I opened my eyes and watched as her body relaxed into a better sleep. I took my hand back and left the room, turning off the lamp as I went.

"Did you take care of what you needed to?" Dean asked, making me jump.

My hand went to my chest. "No. But it's done and... She can at least sleep happy for a night." I moved back up the hall and to where Ketch would be in the map room. "You'll watch over her and the kid, right?"

"You're leaving then?"

"I don't know what else to do. Was Lucifer here when you got here?" I stepped into the room and stopped looking over Ketch who had found a bottle of beer.

"No. I didn't see him," Dean replied.

"I never saw you as a beer person." I said, walking up to Ketch and wrapping an arm around his waist as I leaned into him.

"You don't have anything else to choose from." He said, kissing my forehead.

"Save the love fest for elsewhere," Dean grumbled. "Where are you planning on going exactly?"

"We're going to do what I said I was going to. Kill monster hoards." I said plainly. "You and Sam and whoever else are free to go after whatever hunts you want. I'll let you know if we need help."

"So you're just going to go out without any other help and try to rid the world of monsters?" Dean questioned.

"That's been the plan the whole time." I shrugged.

"And you'll be safe?"

I looked at my brother, moments ago he was mad at me for something he didn't have all the details of. And little more than a day ago he was trying to kill me. And now he was worried about my safety? "I'll have Arthur. I'll be fine." I said with a small smile, trying to reassure him. "I just can't be here right now Dean. I'll just hurt her more."

"Why did you come back here then?"

"I needed to apologize and get more supplies." I sighed and let go of Ketch to pull my brother into a hug. "You're not going to lose me again, Dean. I promise."

Dean sighed and I felt his arms wrap around me. "Just be safe. No more than like fifteen baddies at a time ok?"

I laughed into his chest. "Ok, Dean."