You had finally made it to the showers, stepping into the steamy spray was the best feeling you've had in months. This is the first time you had really taken a second to look as the pain that was inflicted on your body. Bruises and scars cover your body from head to toe. You started to gently lather yourself in body wash, watching as all of the dirt and grime flows down the drain.
Dean had followed you to the bathroom, not to be creepy and spy on you like that. But just to make sure you were ok. And from outside of the bathroom door he could hear you humming the tune of Hey Jude which is what he used to do for you when you had a hard time falling asleep. The memories started to flood back to Dean, and he had started singing along with you before he had realized you had turned the shower off. Once he had, he rushed to his feet and started walking back to his room.
Stepping out of the shower you thought that you had heard someone outside. Your heart rate started to pick up, you could let what had happened to keep you from living your life you thought to yourself. So you wrap yourself in your towel and slowly start to make your way over to the door. You grip the handle in your hand tightly… and fling the door open. Only to be met with the solid black eyes of Belphegor.
"No!" You scream trying to slam the door shut, but he won't let you. He starts to stalk his way over to you. You stumble back onto the floor, almost losing your towel.
"Y/n!" Sam Yells. "Y/n are you ok!" Sam shouts again, he comes running from around the corner. He finds you curled up in a ball in the corner of the bathroom.
"Y/n? Y/n? What wrong he asks.
"H-h-he's b-b-b-back, I-I-I saw h-h-him when I o-o-opened the d-d-door," you say with a shaking breath.
"He's gone now, he can't hurt you anymore," Sam Says. He's looking around the bathroom for something you can cover yourself with when he sees a robe hanging against the wall. He grabs it and gingerly wraps it around you and helps you to your feet. He slowly starts to walk you back to your room.
On the way there you pass by the kitchen, glancing in you see Dean sitting at the island, a glass of what you can only you can assume is scotch. Sam continues to guide you back to your
room, your heart pounding a little harder in your chest.
Once you arrive at your room, Sam helps you settle into bed.
"Do you need anything before I go?" he asks.
"Can I talk to you about something?" you ask in return.
"Of course Y/n, you can ask me anything," he says.
"Is this real or not real?" you ask, staring up at Sam.
"What do you mean?" he asks, confused.
"Is this real?" you ask again.
"This is real Y/n," Sam says calmly.
Sam turned to leave when he was stopped by you grabbing his sleeve.
"Dean loves me, real or not real?" you ask timidly.
"Real," he whispers back.
"Ok," you mumble, you start to let go of Sam's sleeve when you notice Dean has been standing in the doorway the whole time. You could see the heartbreak in his eyes. He looks so tired.
"Y/n, can I talk to you?" Dean asks delicately.
"Do you want me to stay?" asks Sam. You shake your head slightly, letting Sam know he's ok to leave. On Sam's way past Dean, he stops and gives him a light pat on the shoulder.
Dean takes a few steps into your old room, he looks around at all of the things you hadn't moved into his room, ou hadn't had any time since you moved in with him right before he took the mark. You can tell Dean is nervous, he keeps clearing his throat and fidgeting.
"Y/n I need you to know…to remember that whatever Belphegor made you think I did, I would never do," he says with a tremble in his chin.
"I love you so much, all I ever wanted to do was protect you… but now I see I can't even do that," you can tell this is becoming particularly hard for him to talk to you about. He dips his head in shame and guilt. You can hear his deep and jagged breaths.
"I know," you whisper. Dean raises his head so his eyes can meet yours.
"What?" he asks.
"I know Dean," you say a little louder. "But I still need some time to figure everything out," you say. You can hear him sign and you see his whole body relax a little.
"That's what Sam and I are here for," he replies. "We love you so much Y/n, there isn't anything we wouldn't for you," he says.
"Thank you," you whisper.
Dean looks to you and nods his head, he turns to head towards the doorway, before he leaves he turns back one more time to see you get comfortable in bed.
"Goodnight Y/n," he says under his breath.
You look over to the door when you hear it click shut, and that's when you see him, standing there again.