"Chopping off their head is easier and more effective." I watch his face screw up in disgust, noticing that he looks cute this way. Oh no. Inwardly I groan at my own thoughts. I know that I won't stand this situation much longer. I've held myself back for such a long time, I've lived through the time after Dean's death, missing him so much that words cannot describe the feeling and now he's back, he wants me but he doesn't really know who I am. It's all so wrong and unfair. The only way to stop him from chasing me is walking away from him and I won't let him out of my sight again, never! If something happens to him, it would definitely kill me this time.

When we stand in front of our motel room door, Dean steps in closer to me.

"I will come with you and Sam." He says. "I can't stand the thought of being here on my own, wondering if you get killed while I just sit on the bed, waiting for you to return…" His confession seems to make him a bit uncomfortable, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks that is just adorable. The way he said it and the way he reasoned is so purely Dean that I break into a smile, making him blush even deeper. We stand there for another few minutes, just staring into each others eyes until the door opens and Sam finds us here.

"Oh please…!" He says and throws his arms up in an exasperated gesture. "Is this why I had to wait so long?" Dean and I both shake our heads no at his question.

"He wants to accompany us." I says and Sam nods, returning into our room.

"Then he needs some weapons." He walks over to the table where most of them lie and throws a revolver into Dean's hands who catches it with an odd expression. "Do you know how to use it?"

"I think so…" Dean says, checks the weapon, unlocks it and then locks it again. Sam nods, then hands his brother a long knife.

"Great. And that is for vampires who come too close: bullets won't kill them, just slow them down for a few seconds. You have to chop off their heads if you want to kill them properly." The younger brother explains and this time Dean doesn't pull a face. He just nods and the knife vanishes somewhere under his shirt just like the revolver. He seems fine with going on a hunt, not as inexperienced as I would have expected and it puzzles me a little. Maybe he has still the same instincts as before? It kind of makes me proud of him and I chide myself for behaving like his boyfriend already…

"And you will not run in fear and forget about your weapons? We can arm you to your teeth if necessary but it won't help you when you turn your back on a vampire and try to get away. THAT will kill you." Sam says. I can see that his hazel eyes are full of worries for his brother but Dean holds his ground and nods again. "Okay… Basically they're all enemies. So if you are attacked, don't hesitate. Never hesitate, Dean. We need you alive." He walks past his brother and grabs his own knife from his bedside table. "I don't wanna lose you again."

Dean looks at his brother, then back to me. I can see worries in those green depths but they don't concern our hunt but Sam and me. Maybe he didn't realize that we have missed him like crazy until now, or he is just afraid that he won't make it today. But he will. Both Sam and I will have an eye on him, we both don't want to lose him ever again, no vampire will take him from us, no matter what. They will have to kill me first to get to him and I guess Sam is just the same.

So this is our first hunt together and yet it all seems so normal.

+XxX+

The vampires are residing in a normal house in a nice neighborhood. They even have a garden, a nice white picket fence and a dog that watches over their home during the day. The sun is still up and will set in about an hour, so the only thing we currently have to take care of is the dog but no one wants to kill this wonderful German Sheppard and so we just lure him away and lock him up in some small barn a few houses over. That gives us the opportunity to sneak into the vampires' house from the back door which isn't hard to pick. Once we are inside we are greeted by a strange sight: This house is so normal that I think we have the wrong house or something.

Sam isn't fooled by the innocent appearance of the rooms we walked through and he makes his way over to the kitchen. I know what he's looking for, I was just about to suggest the same. Dean and I follow him silently, our weapons ready to strike, covering Sam's back as he opens the fridge and looks inside. From the way he turns away from it I know that we are not in the wrong house: he seems disgusted and when I take a quick look myself I know why: there are bottles in this fridge, all filled with red liquid, neatly labeled with a date. Gross. But even worse is the body parts that are tucked away in transparent glasses, stacked at the back of this thing. Behind me I hear a sharp intake of breath when Dean discovers what Sam and I already knew we would find. With a gag he turns away from the fridge, staring out of the window.

"Fuck!" He whispers and I walk over to him, to make sure he is okay but when he looks up, he seems even more determined. "I was living so close to them." He mutters when I stand in front of him, scanning his face but the color already returns. "They wanted to turn me into a monster as well?" I nod. "I'm glad I came with you." That is the Dean I know: seeking justice.

I nod grimly and we make our way up the stairs, still following Sam. It is dark up here, they have shut out all the light and that means they most likely sleep in the upper rooms like some happy family would. It sickens me to no end when I think about the possibility that Sam and I hadn't found Dean on time and he would have turned into one of these creatures… I look at my hunter over my shoulder, his body is tense, he's at full alert, listening for the slightest noise. I guess habits don't die that easily but we haven't faced any real danger yet and I'm not sure if his attitude will live through an honest attack from the vampires.

Sam motions for me to open the door at the end of the corridor and I count down on my fingers before opening it, all the time feeling Dean's eyes rest on me. Of course it is dark in this room, too, and so Sam shines inside with his flashlight and what we see is everything but normal: the floor of this room is covered in mattresses, from one wall to the other and there are so many vampires 'sleeping' that I fear the second the sun will set. Of course, they are dead during the day but the way they are scattered around this room is just weird. I have never seen so many of them and there are still some other doors to open. Sam turns to look at Dean and me, raising his eyebrows and I can see that he wants to get us out of here before this 'family' wakes up all at once. Dean seems just fine with this decision, he walks a few steps back from the door and hits the wall with his back. I walk over and grab his arm, urging him on.

"Everything will be fine." I say barely above a whisper. "We'll check the other rooms and get out of here." He nods, still staring into the room until Sam carefully closes the door. We don't have to be silent but maybe these creatures have other security systems that will most likely detect noises in their house.

We check the other rooms upstairs and most of them are like the first one: stuffed to the ceiling with sleeping vampires. On our way out, Dean comes closer to me, grabbing my arm. He's shaking all over but in the end he really kept himself together well. Back in the car he finally dares to breathe a sigh of relief while Sam drives away from this spooky house. The sun will set in a few minutes and they shouldn't find three hunters parking in front of it.

"That's the hugest coven I've ever seen…" Sam says and shakes his head in disbelief. "Maybe some of them are really old, because obviously they grow on and on without being hunted… That's highly unusual and I think we have to find their master, Marius. We have to talk to him but not with his huge coven all around. We need a private meeting, just him and us." Dean squirms in his seat, I can hear it and turn around to look at him.

"Everything okay?" His forest green eyes are wide with discomfort and fear.

"I don't wanna meet him." He says. "I don't think he would wanna see me as well…" I regard him with a silent question in my eyes, making him squirming even more but from the way it looks we don't have no other choice. "He's the one who took me in to work for him." Dean shakes his head and turns his eyes towards his hand that are folded in his lap. "He – he always wants to know if his new employees are good enough and so I – I slept with him." My heart sinks in my chest, I hate to hear it and I also hate this Marius for forcing my hunter to humiliate himself like this. Oh God, I wanna crawl into the backseat and press Dean close to me to soothe him, I hate to see him so broken. Well, I've seen him broken before but it was different. He never had to sell himself for money or some food, he was always a proud hunter, not a sad prostitute.

"Dean…" His name escapes my lips without my intention but it makes him look up at me with a haunted look in his eyes. Speaking about such things in front of me and his brother isn't easy for him, it nearly kills him and I feel sorry for him. This new version of Dean is just like my old hunter: he tries to appear strong but in the end he isn't. This time he feels ashamed for the things he did and the more he tells us, the more vulnerable he becomes. Facing Marius again will be like hell for him but I think Sam won't let him get away so easily.

"It will be better if you come with us." Sam says. I knew but it still hurts to see Dean flinch at his words. "He won't do anything, Dean. You ran from him and he's angry, but we will be by your side and nothing can happen to you." I turn back in my seat to stare out onto the street but I caught a glimpse of Dean just nodding in silence. We will drive directly to the night club, asking for the owner but it will be dangerous because they have seen us running from that same place just a few nights ago and maybe they're not willing to talk to us. Perhaps they will just try to shoot us again…

We drive in silence until we arrive the parking lot and when the car is parked we all hesitate to get out.

"Shall we just walk in there and ask for Marius?" I want to know and Sam shrugs.

"What other choice do we have left?"

"Me." Comes a small voice from the backseat and we both turn around to look at Dean. "I know that some of the… employees ran from the club before. They all weren't there because they chose to but because they had nowhere else to go. So some of them tried to get away again. And I know of one or two who came back on their own accord. Nothing happened to them, they had a talk with Marius and he accepted them back. I don't know what he did to them, but they never tried to get away from here again." Sam and I share a look and I shake my head, I won't let him go in there on his own, it is too dangerous and I don't want to take the risk that he comes out of there as a vampire…

"No, Dean." I say out loud when Sam agreed. "We cannot risk to lose you again."

It is still early, just like the last time we were here and there are just three or four customers scattered in the huge room. We walk up straight towards the bar and I notice that it is the same waitress that Sam had been talking to the night we found Dean but this time there's no dashing fake smile on her face, just a deep frown and antipathy. So she remembers us…

"What do you want?"I have never heard such hostility in a voice…

"We want to speak to Marius." Sam says, his own voice not leaving any room for discussion, but her face just turns into an ugly smile. "He's busy."

"The sun has set. He will be up by now." Sam says and her expression falters. She didn't see it coming that we know about the club's little secret. "And you can tell him, that we bring Angus back to him." Dean's face snaps up and he looks in panic from his brother to me. Does he really think that we will hand him over?

"He can wait for Marius in his office." The waitress says, her voice suddenly more friendly.

"No. We will talk to him together or we will leave again." I tell her and both Sam and Dean look at me as if I've grown a second head. Oh, I still know how to use my threatening commanding voice and I still know that it will work in most of the cases. Just as it does now.

"Fine. Follow me." She says with a deep sigh and comes out from behind the bar to lead us to a door in the back, hidden by thick black curtains. I haven't seen this door the first time we have been here and I guess that is the intention of hiding it so artfully. The woman leads us down a narrow corridor that makes some turns left, then right and at the end of it is a single door. "Wait." She instructs and slip into the office behind that door, most likely to announce that we are waiting to talk to Marius. My eyes wander over to Dean who stands behind Sam and me, obviously trying to melt into the ground but he has to face this man sooner or later. I can see that it disturbs him and I ask myself what this vampire might have done to him. The thought that he and Dean… For a second I see red but I regain my control as soon as I have lost it and cannot hold myself back from grabbing Dean around the waist, pulling him in close to me. He shall know that he's not alone, I'm there for him and without a word Sam steps onto his other side, making him feel a bit more comfortable and safe between us.

When the door opens again after a few minutes, the waitress comes out and announces that we can enter to talk to Marius. Then she leaves without another glance towards us and we are alone to face the master of this huge vampire coven. Stepping into Marius' office is like stepping into another time. The furniture is ancient, his desk is carved from dark wood and there are books on every shelf and in every free space. There aren't any windows, which leaves us only the way through the club as an escape route…

"Angus." He greets Dean and the hunter shrinks back into my arms, trying to hide between Sam and me but the vampire already got up from his chair and now walks over to us and stops in front of Dean, looking at him accusingly. "I don't like it when a member of my family runs away from me. Why are you back?" He looks up and at Sam and me. "And who are those really precious men? Gifts for me and my children? Or are they interested in a career as well?" I shudder at his tone, grabbing Dean a little bit firmer.

"We're hunters." Sam introduces us without preamble and Marius takes a step back, pretending to be shocked though he isn't.

"Hunters? Oh, I'm afraid now." I already hate his arrogance. And I hate that he exists and that he has slept with Dean. I cannot say that he is ugly, on the contrary, this man is really attractive: his short brown hair, his piercing yellow eyes, his straight nose and slightly too round face… But he is a monster and he has to pay for touching what is mine.

"This isn't a game." I say and step forward, forgetting that we are in a club that is most likely as full of vampires as the house of Marius' coven. "We know where your children sleep and we are more than willing to kill them all during the day when there's nothing you can do about it, so don't mock us with your damn arrogance!"

"A lot of hunters know where my family sleeps, handsome." He says and leaves me speechless for a few seconds to go on before I can recover from my shock. "I'm old. Older than you might believe. I've seen the empires rise and fall, I've seen Jesus die and I've seen revolutions arise. Don't threaten me, because I have lived through all of this and I will certainly live longer than you." I cannot help but grin at his words. He has seen the olden times, but I have been a witness to the creation of earth itself. Such a creature doesn't impress me that much.

"And what does this make you? An old man, nothing more." Sam stops me and steps between me and Marius, raising his hand to silence us both. He gives me a sideways glance, not knowing this side on me, because I show it rarely.

"What about the other hunters?" Sam asks, suspecting that this was the important part of our conversation with Marius. The vampire just crosses his arms over his broad chest – oh, I hate him.

"There is just one hunter actually living in Perkins. And some others in this county. They know me and my coven and they help to feed my children and me." What? Did he really just say that? "They lure customers into my club. We feed on them and my coven is free to grow."

"You're kidding us, right?" I say but Marius turns towards me, his eyes piercing into mine.

"No. I would kill the hunters' families if they don't stick to our agreement. It is just as simple." The vampire's grin widens and again I feel the urge to let my fist connect with it but Dean's hand on my shoulder holds me back.

"We have something to trade as well." My hunter says and instantly my heart jumps into my throat. I won't trade him for anything in the world. If this is his offer, I will drag him out of this office within seconds. Sam eyes him carefully as well. "These two hunters will leave you and your family alone as well. But there is something we need to know first." I release the breath I was holding in, relieved because now I know where this is going. "Tell me why I'm alive." Dean says but there's just a silent question on Marius' face.

"What kind of question is this?" The vampire inquires. "Because I chose to let you work for me. You did great, Angus, so I didn't kill you, I offered a job to you so that others would enjoy your service." I'm about to yell obscenities into Marius' face, his words make me mad with jealousy and hate, I'm about to forget myself soon. Dean's shoulders sink but he doesn't give up.

"Was I alive when you found me? I mean for the first time?" He goes on but from the look on Marius' face he still has no idea what my hunter is talking about.

"Of course. I'm not sure what you want to hear but as I have answered all your questions will your hunters promise safety for me and my coven." His cold eyes turn towards me, then to Sam and we both nod. "So leave, now. I don't want to see you in my club ever again. If you come back, I'll take Angus back and I will show him his place." The creature's eyes are locked on mine, challenging me with his next word. "I will take him again and enjoy the pleasure he will bring me."

That's it. Something within me snaps and I take a step towards Marius, crashing my fist into his ugly face, feeling bones crack beneath my fingers. Before he opens his eyes again, Sam has me in firm lock in his arms, preventing me from causing even more damage. How dare he speak about Dean like this? How dare he touch what is mine? This is hell. I know I'm screaming curses at the vampire but I cannot stop myself. I hate him for disgracing my precious hunter, it is unforgivable! While I still try to get my hands on Marius again, Sam drags me out of the office and Dean follows us, grinning like a maniac.

"Goodbye sweet Angus." Marius drawls and waves. "If you want me again, you know where to find me!"

"His name is Dean!" I scream when he slams the door shut. I come down slowly while we walk out of the club and with each step my head feels a little bit colder. Dean walks next to me, his shoulder nearly touching mine, soothing me with his presence. He's mine and he will come home with me. When we reach the Impala I follow Dean onto the backseat, I want to be close to Dean, I need to know that he's alive and still with us.

"What the hell was that, Cas?" Sam asks me, not making a move to start the engine. I'm not sure if he's angry but I don't really care. My eyes search for Dean's and I find them smiling at me from under his long lashes. My beautiful hunter seems happy that I have lost myself so easily where he was concerned.

"I just lost it, Sam." I answer, looking straight into his hard eyes. "You know perfectly well why. I couldn't stand that bastards words."

"You gave him a reason to kill us. This was fuckin' dangerous, Cas!" Okay, Sam is angry. "And it brought us anywhere. We just learned that this coven is really old and even protected by hunters. He wasn't able to tell us what happened to my brother. And even if he knows something, I doubt he will ever talk to us again. The next time we enter this club, he will just shoot us." He slams his hands on the steering wheel, then lets his fingers glide through his hair and I know he calms down slowly. "We will sleep here and drive back to the bunker tomorrow. I need some sleep and you need to calm down as well."

Dean and I don't argue, we just lean back into the seat and don't say a word, both lost in our own thoughts. Sam is right: this little mission brought us anywhere and for a few minutes I forgot why we were there: we need a clue to get Dean's memories back but we are running out of leads and I don't think that we have another point from which we can start. Again my eyes turn towards Dean, he is staring out of the window, lost in his own thoughts but when he feels my eyes at the back of his head he turns and gives me one of the brightest smiles I've ever seen on his face but he doesn't say a word and after some seconds he goes back to watching out of the window and I follow his example.

We stop at a diner to grab some food but we will eat in our motel room, we all long to get there as soon as possible, it has been a long day. We sit at the table, eating nearly in silence, none of us daring to speak about the fact that we have nothing. Maybe we will just have to trigger some memories in Dean, or we have to live with the 'new' Dean. I don't care, as long as he is alive but it still feels as if something is missing. For now I won't give up.

There's a movie on tonight and we watch it together. Sam sits on his bed and falls asleep after half an hour. Dean still sits at the table but when he finds Sam snoring he comes over to me, switching the light off, so that it is just the TV that illuminates the room. I admire Dean's movements when he sits down on my mattress, he moves gracefully, like a predator looking for his prey. Too late I realize that I am his prey. It only dawns on me when he kneels down over my outstretched legs and sneaks his arms around my neck to pull me closer to his face. My lips fall open slightly, I'm looking forward to feel his lips move against mine, I want to taste him, I want to feel his warmth to know that he is still alive and well.

We breathe in each others breath, he opens his lips as well, prolonging the sweet anticipation before he finally closes the distance between us to kiss me sensually, his tongue slipping into my mouth instantly, mapping every inch he can reach. Oh God this is great, the kiss takes my breath away and for a moment I forget about everything. Dean moves his hands from my shoulders down to rest between my shoulder blades and on my lower back, pressing my body against his own and I just melt into his embrace, clinging to him for dear life. He lives. I lost him, but he came back and here he is, kissing me with such desperation that I want to weep. I have never felt so great in my entire life and my hands come up as well, on sliding into my hunter's hair, the other rests on his chest, grabbing the fabric of his plaid shirt in my fist.

A whine escapes me, when he bites into my lower lip, gently teasing me, coaxing me to give in to him. That is when it dawns on me that I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't do this to a man who might regret it later. Because I couldn't stand the thought that this might disgust him someday… Dean feels my hesitation and I gently push him away with the hand that rests on his chest, making him look into my eyes. Oh shit. Watching his face right now does not really help me, his eyes are darkened, his lips even a deeper shade of pink than usual and so ripe and full and still slightly parted while he licks them swiftly with his tongue. I gulp and try not to wish for another kiss but it is hard to decide if I shall push him away or pull him closer.

"You're still unsure." He says with a raspy voice that sends a shiver through my whole body. My hands linger where I have placed them before and while I try to concentrate on how to speak, I caress Dean's hair, combing it through my fingers.

"You're still not the same, Dean." I answer. "We just shouldn't as long as you don't know about your past…" his deep eyes are sad, dropping to my neck, he's disappointed and it is obvious that he feels rejected. The hand on his chest wanders to his cheek and I make him look back into my eyes, so he will see that I mean well. "I don't want you to hate me. Or yourself. What if we don't stop now, and once you remember your past, you will be disgusted and leave me? I cannot lose you, Dean. You're way too precious." He gasps when he hears this, instantly diving down to kiss me again, this time harder, forlorn and I moan into his lips, close to letting go but he looks up again with a sad smile.

"I can't promise to keep my hands off of you forever, sweetheart." He says and grabs my face to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. "But this time you will get away, because I'm sure as hell your screams would wake up my brother..." A wink, then he sits up, making me miss his closeness instantly. "Can I…?" He asks and makes a gesture that underlines his question if I allow him to sleep next to me. I smile and nod, I would never miss such a chance.

While I'm in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, I wonder if Dean will stay this way if he gets his memories back. I hope so because I like him as close to me as possible and I would miss to sleep without his warmth once I know it… This is all so hard for me because I don't know how long this might last and how I will react once it is over… Well, at least Dean is alive, this is all that counts and I break into a grin just because he is here with us again. I still can remember the pain when he died and how much I missed him with every breath. I hope that I feel never have to feel this again, I won't live through all of this a second time.

Dean is already lying in my bed, he has discarded his shirt and jeans to the floor next to it and I pray to God that he has the decency to wear boxers. I breathe a sigh of relief when he holds the covers up for me, to crawl into his warmth, cuddling into his side as if we are a couple. This strange stage – something in between – will be the end of me… Dean doesn't hesitate, he pulls me close to himself, his legs entangling with mine before he goes on kissing me with everything he has, his hands gliding into my hair, holding me firmly in place, manhandling me this way and that as he devours me thoroughly. And how much I enjoy this… I don't ever want this to stop, he shall kiss me until I fall asleep but I guess the rapid beating of my heart will make it impossible to fall asleep soon. Dean tastes like honey and beer, it is strange how much I suddenly like these two things, especially combined on his tongue.

Dean goes on like this forever, he barely gives me the time to breathe and I don't think it is as important as kissing him. I hear small noises of pleasure escape him, little whimpers and moans, and that is the moment I finally give in completely. I forget that this would be wrong, I forget that Sam sleeps in the bed next to us and if Dean will go further I will willingly follow him. Thank God, he doesn't. I forgot myself again and I wouldn't have stopped, but Dean seems okay with just kissing me senseless, his hands wandering through my hair and face and neck but never deeper and I'm thankful that he has the strength I cannot muster.

After what seems like an eternity Dean pulls back and smiles at me. We're both breathing hard but I return his smile, no matter what. Without a word he turns me around so that he can grab me from behind to press my back against his chest, pulling me so damn close to him and I snuggle into his heat, feeling happy and content.

"Sleep well, Sweetheart." He whispers into my ear, his hot breath tickling it.

"Good night, Dean."

+XxX+

In the morning I still feel warm and content, Dean's arms are wrapped around me, securing me to him, making sure that I cannot leave without him waking up. I don't want to. Dean still sleeps and I don't dare to move too much, so I just edge even closer to him, enjoying his content sigh. Even in his sleep his arms tighten around me, holding me firmly and I wonder if maybe in his sleep he is the old Dean… Seriously, I have no idea how to go on from here, all I know is that I won't ever let him go. Before I can get lost in my thoughts I crack open an eye and find Sam standing next to the bed, his hands resting on his hips as he stares at Dean and me. Heat rises into my cheeks and I try to get up but Dean doesn't let go of me and so I awkwardly look up into his younger brother's eyes.

"You didn't? Did you? With me sleeping right next to you….?" He growls in an angry whisper but I just shake my head which seems to make him feel a little bit better. "Cas… we need to talk, okay?" I wonder what he wants to talk about but I nod anyways and then I concentrate on waking up Dean so I can get up.

"Too early." Dean mutters and turns around, letting me go in the process. I use the opportunity to get out of bed, pulling on my jeans, following Sam out of our room. He stops in the corridor a few steps away from the door so that Dean cannot hear us.

"Cas, you are aware that this isn't really Dean, right?" He asks, not angry, but compassionate. "He looks like my brother, but he doesn't remember and as the vampire didn't know anything, we don't know where to start…" I slowly nod, knowing that already but giving up isn't possible. "Maybe he will stay this way, not knowing who he really is… Not knowing who you really are."

"I'm aware that he isn't the same." I answer. "And I try to shove him away from me but it is hard. So what do you suggest? What do we do with him? You don't want to send him away, do you?"

"Of course not." Sam says and his huge hand grabs my shoulder. "You know that I missed him, too. Maybe we should make a hunter out of him again… He did great in Marius' house, he didn't freak out as much as many others would at a sight like this. He takes it well that we hunt such creatures. There's still great potential within him, perhaps that is more instinct than knowledge and though he can't remember, he still feels that he's a hunter. We will drive back home today and slowly teach him all that he needs to know. If we're lucky it will also trigger some memories, I don't know but that is all we can do, do you agree with me?"

"Okay."

"Don't get yourself hurt, Cas." Sam goes on and I look up because this surprises me. "It might work out if he stays this way but if we get our old Dean back… I know he loves you, but you also know him and how stubborn he can be." I turn away from Sam, nodding while grabbing the door handle to go back into our room. "If there's anything I can do, or if you need to talk to someone I will be there, okay?" I nod again, then walk back into our room, with an empty feeling in my chest. Sam is right and I know but it is so hard to resist this beautiful man when he comes so close to me, literally urging me into kissing him and all… And I don't want to shove him away either, I don't want to hurt his feelings. I would do anything to make him stay but it is all so confusing.

Sam closes the door again and walks over to his bed to pack his few belongings into his bag while I make myself some coffee and sit down at the table, staring into my cup, lost deep in my thoughts. I don't know how many time has passed, but the black liquid is already cold when I take the next sip and I pour it away. Dean stands behind me, when I turn away from the sink and makes me jump. I have heard him and Sam speak but it hasn't really registered until now.

"Are you ready?" he asks and I tilt my head in a silent question. Is he invading my personal space on purpose? I really don't know what to think anymore.

"Yes." I answer absentmindedly and walk over to stuff my things into my bag and throw it over my shoulder once I'm ready. So we head back to the bat cave, hoping that everything will be fine someday…

+XxX+

TBC

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