Well all I have to say is thank god for Sam. Well that's not all I have to say, but quiet a large part of it.
I was losing consciousness when Sam came walking up the stairs, he saw Dean trying to choke me to death and immediately knew what was going on. He pulled the slip of paper that I had given him that had the phrase to repel the Djinn, and read the Arabic saying. Dean pretty much flew backwards off of me and slammed, face first, against the worn out wooden floor of the attic. Sam rushed over to my side, I was struggling to not pass out but I could feel my consciousness slipping away, I finally gave up and let the darkness take over.

I woke up being carried down a flight of stairs, I assumed it was Dean's arms carrying me as they usually were, but when I looked up, I was looking at Sam's face,
"Sam?" I said, my voice was gravely and I was finding it a little hard to breathe.
Either Sam wasn't listening or he didn't feel the need to respond to what I had said, but he didn't say anything until he was helping me into the car. I saw Dean sitting in the front seat and when I tried to catch his eye it seemed like he was trying to avoid making eye contact at all cost. I noticed Dean had a large bruise forming on his right cheek,
"You good Dean?" I asked, I knew how little fun it was to be possessed by anything and to be honest the fact that he wasn't saying anything was freaking me out.
He mumbled that he was fine and continued staring out the window and not looking at me. Sam slid into the driver's seat and started driving back to the motel.
We pulled into the motel parking lot and Dean immediately jumped out of the car and went inside the room, Sam helped me out of the car, even though I shrugged his hands off and informed him that I wasn't in need of his help.
We got inside the room and I lay down on the bed, I wondered why my life was so complicated. Most girls my age were thinking about babies and marriage. Me on the other hand, I was thinking about repelling and killing psycho evil ancient Arabic creature. I mean, what the hell? And what is with my luck? My boyfriend finally tells me he loves me and now he's not even looking at me. Oh yes, my life is fantastic.
Sorry, I've distracted myself with complaining, which I am very good at. Anyways Dean had wandered into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on, I didn't blame him for wanting to clean up, the attic was really dirty and both he and I were covered from head to toe in dust, but I had a feeling that Dean wasn't showering because he felt the need to be clean, I was pretty damned sure that he was avoiding me.
Sam was looking at me expectantly,
"What?"
Sam rolled his eyes, I guess he had been talking to me and since I seem to be unable to pay attention to anything other than my own very strange and moderately twisted thoughts, he was pretty annoyed,
"I said, are you sure you're okay. You're neck is looking pretty bad."
I brought my fingers up to my neck and immediately felt slightly swollen and very sore bruised skin. Dammit! I thought, just in case my life wasn't complicated enough, now I look like a victim of abuse. I might not look like it, due to the whole being short and having that cutesy blonde thing going on, but I can take care of myself. And when people try to help me when I don't need it, well it pisses me off.
I sighed,
"Yea Sam, I think it'll be fine. We've gotta figure out a way to kill that Djinn son of a bitch."
"Dean and I convinced Ted to get out of dodge for a couple days. There's no way we're going back into that house tonight."
"We are going back tonight. That thing could kill someone else. I'm not letting that happen." Came Dean's voice from by the bathroom door, I had just noticed he had come out of the bathroom, "I'm going to kill that bastard."
"Dean-" I started, but he just waved me off, mumbled something about going to get some food and walked out the door of the motel.
I slumped forward in the chair I was sitting, my chin resting on my hands,
"Sam, what is going on with him?" I said mostly into my hands. I was determined not to cry but Dean was kind of starting to freak me out. Having him acting so distant made me wonder if something was seriously wrong. He usually made jokes to cover up his emotions, but this was different, he was flat out avoiding me.
Sam sighed,
"I think he feels bad about what happened."
I nodded my head, yea that made sense, and sounded very much like Dean,
"Should I just let him chill out, or should I confront him about it?"
Sam stood up and walked over to the small fridge in the corner of the room, pulling out a bottle of water,
"Kaiden. Talk to him. You know he won't come out and share anything unless he's seriously prodded. I'll say something to him if you want."
I told him that would be good, grabbed my duffle bag and walked into the bathroom. I was still covered in attic dust and grime that I wanted to remove from my skin desperately. When I had gotten out of the shower and found a pair of boxers and one of Dean's t-shirts, I heard Dean come back into the room. I could have gone back out of the bathroom but Sam said that he was going to talk to Dean and I figured it would be best if I wasn't here hovering while they did talk. I began brushing my hair but stood close enough to the door so that I could hear their conversation,
"-freaking her out. You need to talk to her. Tell her what's going on." Came Sam's voice from the other side of the door
Dean's voice followed in a much less calm tone,
"Don't you get it?! If you hadn't have come up there I would have killed her!"
"It wasn't you Dean! You know that, it was the Djinn!" Sam's voice was losing all the calm that it previously had,
"I can't protect her. I love her and I can't do anything to protect her. Just like I can't protect you Sammy."
I couldn't just stand in the bathroom listening to their conversation anymore. I put my brush down on the sink and walked into the main room, trying to stop my hands from shaking. Hearing Dean's words had scared me down to the bone. Dean had always been my rock even while my father had been gone, and now he seemed to be so much more human. He put so much responsibility on himself, it was only a matter of time before he cracked under the weight of it all,
"I don't need you to protect me Dean, I just need to you be there."
Both Sam and Dean's heads whipped around to look at me. I gave Sam a meaningful look, he grabbed his coat and headed out the door, he got the message.
Dean sat down heavily on the edge of the bed he was standing in front of, he looked so defeated, with his head in his hands,
"I can't lose you. Not like a lost my mom and dad." My heart broke at the sound of his voice, it was so tired,
"I know" I whispered and I gently stroked his cheek, I could tell that he hadn't shaved in a while since there was a fair amount of stubble growing over his strong jaw and cheeks.
He looked up at me, his eyes full of tears that threatened dangerously to spill over. As I watched him struggle with his emotions I felt my own tears slide out of my eyes and down my cheeks
"I promise you I'll always be here, even when you wish I'd just go away."
He laughed at that,
"This hunt is screwing everything up. I almost killed you."
Dean pulled me into a tight hug, my cheek rested against his flannel covered chest.
I knew what happened earlier had seriously rattled him, but I was determined to be the comic relief, no stewing in guilt for my boyfriend,
"Yea well, I was planning on killing you. But you beat me to the punch, literally. Hasn't anyone ever told you that you always should let the lady go first?"
I felt a chuckle rumble through is strong body, he released me from the hug and ran and hand through his already messy hair,
"Shit, this Genie's badass, eh?"
It was my turn to laugh,
"It's not a genie Dean. It's a Djinn, and yea, it's pretty badass."
He shrugged,
"Same thing."
I smiled and then yawned, I was exhausted. I looked over at the clock and it read 1:23am. Well that explained the being tired.
Dean noticed my yawn,
"It's late, you should probably get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. That is if mother Sam lets us do any hunting." We both climbed into bed, he pulled he covers over us and turned off the light. He wrapped his arms around me, "Sometimes I wonder which one of us is the big brother."
I let myself melt into his body and fell asleep with a smile, finally something was going right. At least, as right as it could when you professionally hunt demons.