Jason's limp body fell to the floor with a thump and I stood there staring at him in complete shock.
Dean, who had regained consciousness, was being helped up off the floor by Sam and then the two of them lead me out of the room. My feet were moving and I was walking down the stairs but it felt like I was oddly detached from my body.

Dean was saying something to me but I couldn't comprehend it, my body began shaking violently and I felt like I had suddenly snapped back into my body,
"She's in shock Dean." I head Sam said, his voice was distant.

Dean tried to lead me to the living room couch but my feet were moving so slowly that he picked me up into his arms and carried me the distance. He sat down on the couch, still cradling me and I heard him call to Fay,
"Could you get a couple blankets and some bandages?"

He pulled me into him in effort to quell the shaking, while being careful of my injured arm.

The most frightening part wasn't the fact that I had pretty much zero control over my body; it was the fact that I was having some serious issues breathing and couldn't voice any of what I was feeling,
"D-Dean?" I managed through chattering teeth,

"Shhh, Kaiden, you'll be fine. Just breathe for me, okay?"

Fay returned to the room with bandages in one hand and Isabelle in another, George was in tow carrying some heavy woolen blankets, which he handed to Dean. Dean bundled the blankets around me and Fay aptly wrapped my arm for the second time that day.

Sam walked into the room with a serious look on his face,
"He's dead. We have to call the cops."

I was feeling better enough to be able to comprehend the situation. Dean and Sam couldn't be around when the cops came, they were wanted for multiple crimes.

"You can't stick around here." I said with great effort to Dean, "You and Sam have to get out of here."

"What's this?" Fay asked in confusion,

Sam sighed and sat down in one of the arm chairs across from the couch,
"We're wanted for some crimes that we aren't guilty of."

George smiled but there was no humor on his face,
"I know all about that problem. You guys need to get out of here."

"We can't ask you to lie to the police for us." Dean said, his voice tired

Fay snorted,
"It wouldn't be the first time we've done it. Now get your stuff and get out of here."
Dean stood up from the couch, still holding me in his arms, and then placed me back down before going with Sam to gather our things.

They returned a few minutes later and Dean helped me walk out to the car, I was considerably better than I was before, but my legs were still pretty wobbly so I needed Dean to support some of my weight.

I hugged Fay and shook George's hand before sliding into the backseat of the Impala, the wool blanket still wrapped around me. Fay had insisted that I keep the blanket, for which I was grateful since I was still freezing.

Dean and Sam said their goodbyes and hopped into the car and we pulled out the driveway, Dean cast me a worried glance before concentrating on the road.
I knew he was freaked out about what had happened earlier, but so was I, I knew now that the demon was using me to get to Dean. It was a scary thought, that something good like how I felt for Dean could be used against us to hurt him. I had a strong urge to put some miles between me and Dean just to keep him safe, but at the same time I knew that it would hurt him and in the end it would be like the demon had won anyways.

I heard Dean and Sam talking about something but I was so exhausted from the events of the last hour that I was fighting sleep. I eventually let my eyes slide shut and slipped into a fitful sleep.

I was in a dimly lit room; it was so cold I could see my breath in front of me. There were two tables in the room with sheets over them, and something under the sheets.

My breath caught in my chest as I realized where I was, I was in a morgue, and those were bodies on those sheets.

A gust of wind came through the room and the sheets blew from the table, fluttering to the ground, leaving me with a horrible sight in front of me.

Dean and Sam were the ones laying on the table, all of a sudden they sat up and turned towards me, their faces were white as milk and their lips the cold blue colour of death,
"You killed us." Came Dean's voice, it was so full of bitterness and hate I took a step back, "It's your fault we're dead."

I woke with a start and yelled,
"No!"

Dean stroked the hair off my foreheads which was damp with sweat, he must have come sat in the backseat with me while I was sleeping,

"Kaiden, what's wrong babe?"

I used to think that pet names like baby and honey and sweetheart were stupid and possessive, but they were kind of growing on me.

I looked up into his eyes which seemed to constantly have worry etched in them. I knew I was the cause of that worry and instantly felt guilty for putting so much stress on him,
"Just a bad dream." I whispered and allowed him to wrap his arms completely around me.

Dean seemed to like having me in his arms; I knew that most of it was out of affection. But it was also for his own benefit, he liked protecting me and as long as I was in his arms, he could keep me safe,
"Do you want to tell me about it?" He asked gently, he knew how much my dreams scared me most of the time, and he also knew better than to make light of what freaked me out,

"You and Sam were dead." I said so quietly I could hardly even hear it, but Dean caught it,
"Jesus." He muttered and tightened his arms around me,

"Y-you said it was my fault. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you Dean."

A tear fell from my eye and I wiped it away quickly hoping that he wouldn't notice, but of course he did and kissed away the tears that followed quickly behind the first,
"I can promise you that I will never leave you."

We sat in silence for a little while before I mustered up the courage to bring up the events of earlier,
"Dean?"

"Yea?" He mumbled with his head resting against the back of the seat, his eyes closed,

"Do you think if I had done something different Jason would be alive, would have been able to get help?"

That comment caught his attention and his eyes opened quickly,
"There was nothing that you could have done. Fay told me all the details about what he did to you, and that man was a monster."

"He didn't deserve to die."

The guilt was eating away at me, I just wished I had been able to convince him that I wasn't worth dying over and he just needed some help. I would have gotten him help,
"Kaiden, you can't take responsibility for his actions. It was his choice and there wasn't anything you could have done."

Around midnight we pulled into the parking lot of the typical type of motel that we always stayed in, I should have been used to dingy living conditions, but seeing Fay's house and the life that I could have had if the demon hadn't come to my house went I was just a baby. It was amazing that one thing could have such a massive effect on my life. But on the other hand, if the demon hadn't come to my house, and the Winchester's house, I would have never met Dean or Sam, along with numerous other people I had met over the years, including Fay and George.
We all got out of the car, I had been sleeping during most of the drive, and when I was awake I was staring blankly out the window of the Impala, but for some reason I was exhausted both emotionally and physically.

I walked like a zombie behind Dean into the motel room to which Sam had gotten the keys. We walked into the room and I looked around, it was actually pretty nice compared to what we usually stayed in.

There was floral wallpaper all around the room and the carpet wasn't covered in stains from god-knows-what. The beds had soft mattresses as I discovered when I sat down on the one closest to the door; they also had matching bedspreads and two pillows on each side. It made me so happy to stay in a place like this, although most people would turn their noses up at it, it was my luxury.

Dean saw the smile on my face,
"We figured you'd like to stay somewhere a tad nicer than usual."

I stood up from the bed and kissed Dean lightly, then turned to give Sam a hug. They took care of me, I could only imagine where I would be if I had decided to go off hunting by myself after my dad had died. I would probably be dead,
"Well I don't know about you two," Sam said, "but I am dead tired. I'm going to bed."

Dean and I both said goodnight to Sam and we started getting ready for bed. I snagged a pair of Dean's boxers and was shrugging them on when I turned to him,
"Is it okay that I sleep in your clothes?" It had never really occurred to me that it might bother him, but now that I thought of it, it really worried me.

He laughed,
"Kaiden if I didn't want you wearing my clothes I wouldn't let you. Besides, you look really hot wearing my stuff, it's a real turn-on."

He leaned down and began kissing my jaw and then all down to my collar bone, I didn't want him to have any expectations of our relationship that I wasn't really ready to live up to, we hadn't really talked about it but I figured now was as good of a time as any,
"Dean," I said, placing a hand on his chest, "after Jason, I've been having some issues, as you may have noticed."

He nodded his head,
"I have noticed."

Okay, I thought to myself, here's the moment of truth,

"I don't think I'm really ready to have sex and Sam told me about how you were with your old girlfriends and stuff and I don't want that to surprise you when you're, er, in the mood." The words tumbled out of my mouth in a rambling mess and I stood there wishing that I had the ability to put a sentence together like a normal person.

Dean leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead,
"I'll be ready when you're ready."

I smiled at him and we climbed into bed, I fell asleep snuggled against him in my usual fashion thinking about how happy I was that finally something was going right again.

I had no clue of the hell to come.