A/N: It's been a few chapters without Dean's point of view, and I miss writing him so here he is.

Dean's POV

If I could pace, I'm pretty sure it's all I would've been doing for the past few days. But as it is, I'm bedridden. Bumming it out all day while the world falls apart around me. I've been researching recent demonic activity (nothing else to do), and it hasn't done much to lift my mood- or ease the constant itch of worry about Sam and Cas while they're out finding an angel to help heal my sorry ass.

Basically, the demons are everywhere.

And it doesn't seem like they're playing by the rules. According to a ridiculously compliant Crowley, still locked down in our basement, Abaddon has become the new leader of Hell. And apparently she's intent on taking a more direct approach to causing mayhem and destruction. If it was anything else besides the ruthless killing of innocent people, I might actually have an ounce of respect for her tactics. As it is, I can't wait to rip her throat out.

Pretty sure Crowley feels the same way, considering how eager he was to give me information when I was finally able to limp my way down to our dungeon. Though that could also be the simple fact that he hasn't been in contact with anyone in weeks. As impossible as it seems, it's actually kind of easy to forget we've got the former King of Hell at our disposal, especially with everything else going on. I shake my head, remembering the look of pure relief that he had briefly allowed to grace his features before replacing the signature mask of infuriating indifference. Though I guess I can't complain- I've worn a similar mask for the majority of my life. Still...

I jerk at the sound of a familiar engine roaring from outside, pulled back to the present moment where I sit at the enormous table near our front door. I reach automatically for the crutches at my feet, wanting to greet my brother and Cas at the door, but it swings open before I can reach it, Sam barreling through it like he's being chased by a damn werewolf. I limp hurriedly to his side, feeling for the colt that has been nestled at my back since the moment I lost the ability to walk. I'm on high alert, reaching Sam just as Cas and a woman I don't recognize stumble through the door next, slamming it shut behind them with deafening force.

What the hell?

"Sam? What's wrong, what happened?" I ask, noticing the blood that runs down the side of his face. I reach for his chin automatically, pulling his face towards me and trying to see the extent of the damage, but I can't find the source of the blood. He jerks away and ignores my question, eyes wary as he scans the room. I turn to Cas and the mystery woman next, confusion settling in as I see more dried blood staining their faces and clothes with no sign of any cuts or scrapes.

"Someone tell me what the hell is going on," I demand, my eyes sweeping over the three of them as I shift on my crutches and try to catch someone's eye, not caring who it is as long as I get answers.

"Run in with Abaddon," Sam finally grinds out when his eyes have stopped flickering around wildly, seemingly satisfied that the room is secure. I feel my own eyes widen at his response, but before I can say anything, Sam is suddenly dragging me back towards the table. I gasp as my left foot pushes a little too hard into the floor, a jolt of agony shooting straight up through my spinal cord, but Sam continues to pull at me as I struggle to keep his pace.

"That's Adriella," he gestures with a toss of his head back in the direction of the woman standing next to Cas. "She's gonna heal you, okay? And then we gotta go. We gotta get Kevin and we have to get the hell out of here." His voice is laced with a fear he's not even trying to cover up, which my brain processes as all kinds of bad.

"Sam please, what's..." My words become an embarrassing whimper of pain as Sam shoves me unceremoniously into the chair I had been sitting at before they arrived. I grimace as another wave of pain washes its way steadily through my body, gripping tightly to the arms of the chair. Sam shoots me an apologetic glance, but then whips back around to face Cas and the brunette.

"Adriella, heal him quickly please," he says. She nods, coming to meet us by the table and placing a smooth hand on my shoulder. It comes a second too late, but suddenly the lack of injuries on the three of them aren't such a mystery anymore.

"This isn't going to feel good Dean. I was weakened in my fall to Earth and my healing abilities are slightly depleted as a result. I'm sorry," the angel murmurs regretfully as she places her other hand gently on my left leg.

The pain sends me reeling, and I would've fallen out of my chair if not for my fingernails digging into the sharp wood and Sam's steady hand pressed against my chest. I hold back the worst of the screams that roil inside me and beg to be released, instead only letting a few gurgled gasps and moans pass between my teeth.

Finally, finally I feel the last of my shredded muscles sew themselves back together from the inside out, letting out a relieved sigh when the angel removes her hand from my leg and takes a step back. Sam pulls me up almost immediately and I struggle to remain upright, my head spinning at the sudden shift in elevation.

"Sam..."

Again I'm interrupted, Sam's voice cutting across my words, quick and panicked.

"Dean you need to pack everything you can in the next five minutes. Grab weapons, talismans, the most important things we've found relating to the Men of Letters. Meet me back here in five minutes Dean. Five minutes. They're coming."

Head still whirling, I somehow manage to latch onto Sam's arm before he can disappear on me. My brain still hasn't caught up with the events of the past few minutes, though unconsciously I realize I'm standing on both legs again. The shooting agony is gone, but the lightheadedness remains, threatening to send me over the edge. From the corner of my eye, I watch as Cas and the angel who just healed me move off to gather supplies. Everything is moving too fast and I have millions of questions, but I choose one, knowing it's the most important.

"Who, Sam?" I ask, "who's coming?"

Sam meets my confused gaze, a deep pit of dread clawing at my stomach when I see the look he gives me. And his next words send the walls tumbling down around me.

"Demons, Dean. All of them. Coming here."

Yeah I know I suck. Worst cliffhanger ever. I'll update soon! Thank you so much for all your awesome feedback!

Side note: Do not even get me started on last night's episode right now because I physically cannot handle it. GAH.