Dean grabbed Carly and pulled her up into his arms, hugging her tight. Both were sore, but neither cared about the pain as they pulled each other in close. When they separated, Marie cleared her throat, which made Carly realize she was there.

"Marie, what are you doing here?" Carly asked.

"Long story short you saved me and I've come back to return the favor," Marie said.

"Well, you're kinda late for that," Carly said.

"No, she wasn't." Dean said, Carly looking toward him. "Your injuries were worse than I thought and you were going to die, so Marie saved you...with her blood."

"You what?!" Carly yelled, clenching her teeth tight.

Her body tensed up as her breathing sped up to the point of hyperventilation. Carly's heart was pounding in her chest, so loud even Dean could hear it. Her vision blurred and spun as she clutched at her chest.

Dean looked from Carly to Marie. "What's happening?"

"I think she's having a panic attack," Marie said, scanning Carly up and down before grabbing her face to make her look at her. "Carly, look at me. You need to breathe."

"I can't, I can't," Carly mumbled, shaking her head rapidly.

"Carly, you're okay. Everything is okay. I need you to breathe, alright." Dean said, grabbing Carly's hand and squeezing it tight.

Carly tried to regulate her breathing again, but she couldn't. Her heart was racing, her skin was sweaty, her breathing labored, and the world was spinning around her like a ride at the fair. She couldn't get control of anything.

Marie's gaze met Dean's before she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, so Carly wouldn't hear. "You need to kiss her."

"What, why?" Dean asked with shock.

"Just trust me. Do it."

Dean looked from Marie to Carly and back again. With a sigh, he grabbed Carly's head and pulled her in for a kiss. This surprised Carly and her latest breath caught in her throat. She instantly stopped hyperventilating and when Dean moved back her breathing was back to normal, raspy but normal.

"How did you know that would work?" Dean asked, turning to look back at Marie.

"You had to get her to stop thinking of the attack and her breathing. By surprising her with a kiss, it did just that," Marie explained.

Carly looked toward Marie and spoke with a deep breath. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now I must get going, but if you ever need me just call my name aloud into the air and I'll be there. I may have repaid my debt, but neither me or my partner want to see the world end. We'll fight by your side if you need us," Marie said, getting up from the bed.

She looked back at the both of them with a smile before disappearing from sight. When the two were alone, Dean turned his attention back to Carly who was calm for the most part.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Carly mumbled.

"Have you ever had a panic attack before?" Dean asked.

"Not in a very long time." Carly said, wiping her forehead of sweat. "I used to get them all the time as a kid when my father would beat me, but as I got older I learned to fight back and not let my anxiety take control. Hearing about the demon blood caused so much fear within myself that I couldn't stay strong."

She avoided his gaze as if she did something wrong. He placed a hand on her shoulder so she would look back toward him. "There's nothing wrong with being weak from time to time. You were dying and I just couldn't bring myself to watch you die again. I just couldn't."

"I'm scared, Dean." Carly muttered with teary eyes. "I don't want to be evil."

Dean placed a hand upon her cheek. "You are far from evil, Carly. I promise."

"How can you be sure?" Carly asked.

"Because since I've known you, you've always tried to do the right thing. You've fought past temptation, even when it was pushed in your face. You're a hero and nothing less," Dean said.

The two sat there in silence for a long moment, Dean's hand lingering on her cheek. Their faces were mere inches apart, neither moving back or moving forward. As the two were doing this, shuffling footsteps could be heard approaching the open doorway. The two moved back as they turned toward the door to find the unamused burly woman from the front desk.

"I thought I told you not to bring work back to the room with you?" she said, looking around the room with annoyance.

"It kind of followed us here rather than us bringing it in ourselves," Dean said with an awkward smile and a shrug.

"Because you dealt with the werewolf problem from the town over, I'll be lenient. You can have the room next door." she said, throwing the keys toward Dean. "But before then, clean this mess up because I'm not touching any of this. If you don't, well, I'll be charging you extra."

"Thank you," Carly said.

The woman turned her back on them with a tired sigh. "Yeah, you're welcome."

With a shaking head, the woman vanished around the corner and headed back toward the office. Dean rose to his feet, helping Carly do the same. Neither were feeling their best, but the two got to work cleaning up the room.

The two dragged Michael's body out of the room and shoved him into the trunk. After they cleaned up the blood and paint on the walls, they got into the car and drove down to Andrew's house, which was luckily miles away from anyone's peering eyes. The two dragged him into the house and sprawled him across the floor.

It was sad but it sounded like no one would come looking for the wolf and by the time anyone actually did, the two would be long gone and any evidence going with them. Carly made sure to take the knife with her, wiping the blood off on her pants and bringing it into the passenger seat.

When they were done with the entire mess, they stopped at a fast food joint and picked up burgers. How they could be hungry after hiding a body was surprising, but they were both so tired and sore that neither cared. When they got back, Dean parked near their new room and used the key to open the door.

He opened the door for Carly as she strode inside, turning on the light as she did. When they both entered, they realized it was only a one bed motel room. After both took much needed showers, Dean went to try and get a different room, but when he returned he told Carly it was the only room left, so they couldn't switch.

"I can take the floor, so you're comfortable," Dean suggested.

"No, you're in worse shape than me at the moment. You take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor," Carly insisted.

Dean shook his head. "I'm not making you sleep on the floor."

"And I'm not making you sleep on the floor," Carly copied in the same tone of voice.

"Then I guess we're sharing the bed."

"I guess we are."

The two approached the bed and got into it. Both slid under the covers and laid on their backs, staring up at the ceiling as they did. The bed was big enough for the both of them and yet it felt like they had barely any space at all. To break the awkward silence, she maneuvered onto her side to face Dean as he did the same.

"There's something I have to tell you," Carly said.

"Yeah, what's up?" Dean asked.

Carly was about to tell him what Lucifer had said in her dream, but the words escaped her, so she said something entirely different. "Thank you."

"For what?" Dean asked.

"For not abandoning me." Carly said with a small shrug. "Most people do."

Dean's gaze met hers. "I know what it's like to feel worthless and alone and to have no one to turn to. I won't let you feel that way anymore, I promise."

"Even if I go to the dark side?" Carly asked.

"If that happens, I will do everything in my power to save you. I won't give up on you...ever," Dean said.

Carly's eyelids were getting heavy as she began to doze off, but as her brain began to shut down she had something else to say. "Dean, you can be quite sweet if you let others see that side of you."

"I'm scared to be sweet only to lose them in the end."

"You'll never lose me…" Carly muttered, her eyes closing.

Dean smiled at the sentiment as he went off to sleep. A few hours later, a slamming fist could be heard banging against the door. This woke Carly and Dean up with a start, especially when they realized they had begun to cuddle when they had fallen asleep.

The two separated hastily as another knock sounded at the door. Dean grabbed the gun from under his pillow as Carly took the demon blade from the nightstand. He took the lead as Carly followed close behind. Another knock sounded upon the door as Dean grabbed hold of the knob. On the count of three, he flung the door open and pointed his gun at whoever was standing on the other side. Carly and Dean were shocked to see Sam standing there, out of breath and red-faced.

Before Sam could speak, Dean beat him to the punch. "How did you find us?"

"I got the address from Bobby," Sam said.

"Why are you here, Sam?" Carly asked, taking a step forward.

"Because there's something I need to tell you both. Lucifer spoke to me within a dream and shared something with me," Sam admitted.

"I know," Carly muttered, Dean helping her to sit against the bed frame.

"You know?" Dean and Sam asked at the same moment.

"Yes." Carly said, meeting their gaze. "Sam and I are perfect candidates to be Lucifer's vessel, so he can defeat his brother in a battle long foretold."

The words made Dean's blood run cold. He knew Sam and Carly had demon blood coursing through their veins, but a vessel for the devil himself...was worse than he could ever imagine. He looked from Carly to Sam and then back to Carly again.

"You have to be kidding." Dean said, meeting both of their gazes. "You're kidding right?"

Sam shook his head with a sigh. "Sadly, no. If only it were a simple joke, but this is real and it gets worse."

"How the hell does it get worse than that!" Dean exclaimed.

"Because you're a part of this too."