Alice's P.O.V.

I had woken up late this morning, after yesterday I was exhausted and needed to sleep for as long as I could. I passed by Akuma's room, hearing Dean's low voice as he spoke to her, I rolled my eyes and jogged down the stairs. He was probably up there making sure she was alright. Sam was lounging on the couch and watching a movie when I entered the living room. Seeing how comfortable he was, I strode over and kissed his forehead. He glanced up and smiled; grabbing a hold of my shirt he pulled my down onto the couch beside him. He snuggled his face into the back of my neck, and I could feel his hot breath on my shoulder as he let out a sigh.

"Morning." I turned my head to kiss him, and he hummed into my lips. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. He usually wasn't this cuddly but whatever was on his mind must have been bugging him.

"Alice?" He half whispered into my ear. I could tell that whatever he was going to say was going to be important because he had shifted his weight so that I fell back into him and could see his face.

"Yeah?" I asked, tilting my head so I could see him better and lifting an eyebrow a bit. I felt a small pit form in my stomach at the look on his face. I had a feeling that I knew what he was going to say.

"I wanted to talk about you and Akuma." I felt my heart drop slightly and the pit turned to more annoyance than anything. I didn't want to talk about it. I knew that I had hurt her by what I said and nearly gotten her killed and I felt terrible, but I was still annoyed at her for leaving. She had been spitting out the same excuse again and again.

"Alright." I was short in my answer but kept my face straight and eyes clear as I replied.

"I know that you're angry with her, I get it, I really do. But this whole fighting thing is draining her, she's trying to make things better. She's forgiven you for everything, she's just taking your….she's just letting you be a dick to her because she cares about you. She doesn't want to hurt you more and you're not letting the side of her in anymore. You're letting all the bad and pain and the anger cloud your judgement. I'm worried for you, Alice. I don't want you to be like this anymore, I know that it hurts you just as much as it hurts her. I understand where you're coming from, Dean and I were like that for a while and even before my dad died, he fought every minute we were in the same room and I don't want you and Akuma to become like that. Please, just talk to her, let her listen to what you have to say and you have to listen to her." Sam sounded like he was almost begging and I swallowed hard, turning my gaze away from his for a moment. He was right but I didn't feel like I could accept any of it. I swallowed hard again as I turned back to him and met his gaze, trying to keep my voice steady as I spoke.

"I know. I just...I just don't want it to happen again, she broke my heart and I don't know if I can go through something like that again, Sammy." My voice cracked on the last word and I broke down, squeezing my eyes shut as Sam pulled me close and stroked my hair, letting me go until I was done.

Dean's P.O.V.

"Hey." I muttered to Akuma as I walked into her room. She gave me a somewhat dirty look and I sighed a bit, hesitating in the doorway of the room. I really didn't want to do this or bring it up but I felt like I needed to. We had a few things to talk about, but it was hard with her giving me that look and being so tense.

"What?" Her tone was hard, though her face was strained and pale compared to what it usually was. Most of her minor cuts and bruises were gone but she was leaning forward, telling me that she was still sore and not fully healed. I ran a hand over my face and glanced around before I finally looked back at her, taking a small step forward.

"Can we talk?" I asked, pushing forward and sitting next to her on the couch she had up in her room, taking a breath and swallowing hard when she twisted slightly to face me, her eyes clouding for a moment before clearing as she tensed again, shifting so there was more space between us.

"About…?" Akuma lifted an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest, glancing down to the couch before back up at my face as if she didn't want me to sit here. I swallowed hard and leaned back, I wasn't going to move but I felt bad. Sam had talked to me about what she had said before she passed out last tonight and thinking back I could see why she thought we all hated her. I was getting pissed at Alice for treating Akuma like crap, but I had been as well. I had been giving her the cold shoulder and starting arguments because I didn't want to think about or talk about the dream or blowjob and it was a bad idea.

"Uh, some things." I let out a nervous chuckle and then cleared my throat when Akuma lifted her other eyebrow, waiting for me to go on. "What do you remember about your birthday?" I was hesitant to ask but I forced it out, watching a look of confusion wash over her face.

"Ha, not much. Like I'd want to anyways." She said with a small laugh. I gave a nervous laugh in response and shifted my weight. I really wasn't sure how she was going to take this.

"No, really. This is kinda serious, what do you remember?"

"Did I kill someone?" I lifted an eyebrow at her and narrowed my eyes a bit, mildly shocked that she would be so serious about the question. "Fine, okay. I remember being at the bar and seeing Sam and Alice making out hard on the dance floor." She paused and turned her gaze away, looking as if she was trying to remember more. "I was dancing too, with a lot of people and I wanted to get laid. I don't really know. Dean, what the fuck is going on?"

"Oh trust me I know you did." I paused and turned to her, taking another breath to keep my voice steady. "Well I drove you back home 'cause there were like greasy old dudes all over you and I wasn't about to have you get gang banged by a bunch of creepy fuckers. You were way too drunk to take care of yourself and it was time to leave." I shifted my weight and cleared my throat for what I was going say next, more worried that she'd react badly than anything. "Akuma, when I was driving you back home we passed out on my lap, and uh, you,"

"I what? Did I puke on you? Oh you poor baby." Akuma's voice was heavy with sarcasm and I rolled my eyes a bit before shaking my head, swallowing and hesitating for a moment.

"You gave me a blow job, alright!" I finally choked out, the nerves clear in my voice. I glanced away as I spoke and when I looked back Akuma's eyes were wide and her mouth was open in shock. If this was a cartoon, her jaw would have quite literally hit the floor.

"I what?!" She hollered, wincing as she stood and lifted her hands up in front of herself, as if she thought I was going to get pissed or something. "I'm so sorry! Oh my god. I didn't mean to, god, I'm so sorry." She stuttered, a blush creeping up her neck and into her face.

"It's fine. Well, no I mean it wasn't fine, it was a good blowjo-nevermind. Its fine, it doesn't bother me that much. I mean you were really drunk and stuff. I just wanted you to know that it happened and that I didn't take advantage of you. I was trying to keep you from being taken advantage of back at the bar." At this point I was more talking to myself than anything, not sure how to go about this or what to say now. Akuma was still standing but the blush had been replaced by a bit of nervous laughter at my words. "Why am I making this so awkward?"

"Well I'm not going to read your mind." Akuma crossed her arms over her chest again and looked away, her eyes falling to the ground. "It's probably 'cause you're awkward about everything."

".. Yeah you're probably right." I nervously laughed to myself, standing up and slowly pacing around Akuma's room for a few minutes before awkwardly sitting back down on the couch. Akuma nodded and shifted her weight before looking around and shivering slightly. I figured it was from her being disgusted by me, but she turned and grabbed a giant sweater from off her bed before pulling it on and groaning in pain.

"I'm thinking about ordering pizza." Akuma spoke after a long silence and I nearly jumped at her sudden speech.

"That would be pretty cool." I stood up again and adjusted my shirt, trying to find something else to fiddle with to make myself feel less awkward. Akuma nodded again and headed out of her room and, though she didn't gesture for me to do anything, I quickly followed behind her. Akuma ducked into the kitchen and I hesitated before following her, feeling kind of like a lost puppy. I grabbed a beer and sat down to disrupt me from following her around more. Akuma's phone rang, drawing my attention back to her as she got the pizza's, though she didn't sit down, instead she stayed leaning against the counter but eventually sat on the ground, leaning forward and resting head in hands; clearly in pain.

A bunch of thoughts had crossed my mind from the staircase to the kitchen and there was still the dream that she had that I wanted to ask her about but my phone went off, pulling me from my next question. Bobby was on the other end saying there's a hunt down in the states. I hung up and turned to Akuma. "There's a hunt to do if you wanna tag along."

"No, we're going to stay here and let Akuma heal. We need to work some shit out anyways." Alice said as her and Sam walk into the room. Alice's eyes were a bit red and I could tell that she had been crying. I was a little disappointed that they wouldn't be coming back with us but I was also kind of happy that Sam and I could have some time together.

"Ah… alright…." I thought for a minute, turning back to Akuma. "Are you two going to want to meet up again?"

"Give us like a month." Akuma spoke, her voice muffled by her hands. "We can all meet up at Bobby's or we can go down and help you two with a hunt down there."

"Sounds like a plan." Sam smiled, and I nodded with him.