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Once Blake and Sam was back in the motel room they looked everywhere that they could think of where a hex beg could be, they found nothing, of course, because that would be too fucking easy. It seemed like the only way to save Dean and stop the witch was to find her or him, and kill the witch. But they still had no idea who the witch was. But maybe Dean did. Blake hated to do it, but she didn't see another option. Going back into Dean's memories wasn't just a little bit terrifying, but it was invading privacy as well. But it seemed like the only way. It would take too long otherwise. And time wasn't on their side. She didn't want to lose Dean. She cared about him, of course she did.

Dean was currently on the floor in front of the TV watching SpongeBob SquarePants giggling like a kid. It would be a comical site if the situation wasn't so dire. She did have to admit, It was nice to see him so happy and carefree. Although, he always had a carefree 'I don't give a damn about anything' attitude. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Dean was a very caring person. Even though he doesn't let that side of him show often, it was true.

Like when Sam and Dean was going after a Windygo, what he said to Sam when he asked how he did it, Dean and their father. Dean Simply replied. 'Them, for one,' meaning the people they were trying to protect.

"Blake, you don't have to." Sam said with a sigh.

"I know I don't have to," She said, looking at the younger brother. "i want to." She then walked to Dean, sitting down on the floor beside him. "Having fun?"

"Yeah!" Dean exclaimed. "Funny!" He giggled.

"Good. I'm glad. Mind if I Sit here and watch it with you?" It felt strange talking to a grown man like he was a little kid. But this wasn't the first time and probably not the last that Dean was going to be cursed by a witch. Like that one time he was cursed by a which and he slowly lost his memories and who he was. But he came back from that, because he was strong. He was one of the strongest people she had ever known.

Dean grinned. "I'd like that!" He exclaimed. "I like you."

"You do?" That surprised her, for some reason that made her heart pound.

"Yeah!" He said before his attention was drawn back to the TV.

She smiled, taking his hand, going back inside his memories. This wasn't something she did often or at all. So she had little control. Instead of trying to control the memories she let them play like a movie in her mind. She saw more than she ever had the first time. This time, they weren't jumbled together. Everything she's so it was like she experienced it right alongside him. She saw it all from his first memory all the way to the present.

Dean had such a hard and difficult life. He doesn't deserve the hell that he had gone through. He or Sam did. If only there was a way for her to help them. He loved so much and deeply. Both brothers lost so much.

Her heart started pounding when she saw one particular memory. It was a conversation between Sam and Dean. It was about her. It was after the case with the Succubus. Apparently he's saw her as his truest desire when the Succubus took the shape of her. What did that mean? Did he care about her more than a friend? And he was just going to make her decisions for her? That pissed her off. And after they dealt with the which, he was so going to hear about it.

Finally she saw the memory that she was hoping for. Dean and Sam was talking with a woman who supposedly found one of the victims. For some reason her Instincts told her that was who they were looking for, she just had a feeling. Cassandra Smothers. Apparently at some point he and Sam separated like they have been known to do. Cassandra Smothers was a psychiatrist to every single victim that was killed from the spell. Ironic. She was connected to all of the victims. That could explain how she knew about the dark memories. And possibly how she knew Dean had such memories that he would prefer not to think of.

Blake opened her eyes that she realized hadn't closed and pulled her mind away from Dean's. She set there a moment, putting her thoughts and memories in order. It was a little difficult combined with her memories as well as Dean's. It gave her a slight headache. But if it saved her friend's life, who cared? Slowly everything fell in place in her mind. She pushed the memories that wasn't hers away and imagined them being locked behind a door, a door that she held the key to.

She took another moment before standing. Sam was sitting at the small table in front of the windows typing away on his laptop. Confused she glanced over at the clock. it was 2:34 in the morning. But wasn't it just 12:80 In the afternoon? Looking over at Dean, he was still watching TV. She looked back to Sam. "Sam?"

He looked up from his Laptop rising to his feet immediately. "Blake? You okay?" He looked relieved. "It's been hours."

"I figured." She nodded, massaging her forehead. "Nothing that's some good aspirin won't fix."

"Did you-"

"Yeah. Cassandra Smothers. She was the one who found the first victim. Remember there wasn't a hex beg found?"

"Yeah. She's the psychiatrist, right?" He scoffed. "That can explain how she knew about the dark memories."

"My thoughts exactly. Dean's Jacket. She 'accidentally' tripped and fell into Dean. I bet that's when she did it." That and she was flirting up a storm with Dean. Nothing new. But for some reason it irritated her greatly.

"But we looked there. Nothing."

"Well she's a witch. And, we weren't here all the time. I bet she came in hit it somewhere else." She said, walking to Dean's bed. "Or it's somewhere where we don't think to look. Like Crowley that one time. Didn't he hide the hex beg in the phone?"

"Yeah, but I looked there to. Blake? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" She asked, grabbing a gun from Dean's beg that she knew had which killing bullets and headed for the door. "I'm gonna kill me a witch."