That's how I woke up wrapped in his arms and there was no place I'd rather be, he made me feel safe just by touching me. Turning my head gently so as not to wake him I turned to see if Sam was already up. He wasn't in bed so I assumed he was outside. Gently manoeuvring away from Dean I crawled out of the tent. I saw Sam had found the small portable stove and was cooking some bacon and sausages. I just led down in the doorway of the tent watching him cook.

It took him a few minutes to notice I was there but when he did he smiled smugly and asked if I had a good night's sleep. I said that I've had better but it's up there somewhere. He laughed and came over and sat by the door. "So I guess the wendigo didn't try last night after all" When Sam said that I tried to stop the memories from resurfacing by moving past Sam and running into the forest saying I needed the loo when actually all I wanted to do was curl up and cry possibly even being held by Dean.

I had blocked out the memories, I was trained to fight, to be strong and fearless but I'm not no matter how much I put a front that I am. My past was the only thing that could break me, a slight shuffling sound came from behind me. Whirling round grabbing the blade from my pocket I hurled myself at the thing as I held it to the tree with my blade at its throat. Looking up I saw familiar eyes as I released Dean. I'm sorry I whispered. He just looked down at me and said ' Do you have any idea what sort of trouble you could have got yourself into. You could have died, what the hell were you thinking". I stepped back from Dean as he shouted at me. He sounded so worried. I turned my head away from him, his hand brushed against my face pulling it to look into his eyes. Tears welled in my eyes as I saw them in his. He pulled me into him as he whispered in my ear 'I can't lose you it would rip me apart'.

"Dean you don't even know me" He pulled me down against him as he lay on the floor and he said "I know enough, we are so similar yet so different" "Dean... I ..." I gasped as he pressed his lips against mine.

We walked back to the camp to meet up with Sam. I saw him first. He had started to pack up all the equipment into bags so I rushed down to help him. He had split it evenly between me and him and then given Dean less.

With all the stuff packed up, we walked back to the car. I shoved the stuff in the back of my car. I pulled my phone out and checked for a near motel. Programming one into my sat nav I shouted to the boys. If you follow me I've got a motel programmed and we can regroup there. Dean and Sam got in the car and gestured for me to go ahead. The road seemed endless full of trees and bushes. There was hardly any traffic and after about a half hour we finally arrived.

It seemed to be in better condition than most of the other places I've stayed and after a night in the woods with a wendigo even a motel was bliss.

I walked up to the counter whilst the boys parked up. Getting the rooms sorted I waited at the entrance for them as they brought the rest of the stuff up. I led them upstairs and told them we had two rooms. They both had double beds in and a bathroom. I walked into one and set down my bags. I pulled out a change of clothes for tomorrow and an old shirt to wear to bed. Setting up the shower I let the hot water run over me, my wound was still pretty big and the water hurt like hell but it needed to be clean.

Wrapped up in the fluffy white robe provided I went through my stuff dragging out my hairbrush to start detangling some of the knots that had taken up residence in my hair before blow-drying it slightly so it wasn't dripping everywhere.

That's when I turned round and noticed Dean walking through the door. Just the sight of him put a smile on my face, until I noticed he was carrying his stuff into the room. "Aren't you sharing with Sam? Did you want something?" Dean just dropped his stuff on the floor and walking forwards twirled me around until I started grimacing. The pain from my wound was flaring up and Dean noticed. Pushing me onto the bed he opened the robe so that he could deal with the wound properly. He told me to stay still as he grabbed some cream and bandages from his bag.

Lying next to him that night I felt safe and loved, it was fantastic. Curled into Dean's side we talked about our lives. He told me about his mother, his father and his brother and in turn I told him the story he had probably wanted to hear since the wendigo's attack last night.