You woke up to a pounding in your head and a hungry pain in your stomach. Note to self, you thought, never let the boys talk you into more than one beer. You could barely remember last night except for the hint of beer, bacon cheeseburger, and morning breath on your tongue. You crawled out of bed and had to hold on to the wall as a wave of pain hit you from getting up too quickly. You took it slow to the bathroom as you reached for your toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Dean," you said through your toothbrush, "Get up." You waited for Dean to come stumbling into the bathroom with the same hangover as you, but as you swirled some mouthwash through your mouth he didn't come. Curious, you walked out and noticed that yours and Dean's clothing was spread everywhere on the floor of your bedroom.

"Dean?" You sprung to attention as you grabbed the gun hidden behind the headboard of your bed and walked cautiously into the hallway. Nothing looked wrecked until you got down to the lower level of the bunker.

"Dean! Dean, this isn't funny! Dean!" You yelled into the hallway. You jumped when Sam suddenly came from around the corner with his gun in his hand. Sam lowered his gun as soon as he noticed it was you.

"Sorry, Y/N. Where's Dean?" You shook your head.

"I thought you'd know where he was. What's going on? My entire room is trashed with clothing all over the floor." Sam looked at the mess down below.

"I'm not sure, Y/N. We're underground and not many people, let alone things, know where we are. Our best bet is to find out." You nodded and took the first step down the stairs. When the two of you reached the bottom, you had to step over books and papers that were all over the floor. When you reached the door to the kitchen, a loud crash came from behind the door.

"Sam?" You glanced behind you at him. He nodded, signaling to you that he'd cover you. Cautiously, you opened the door and held your gun at ready. The kitchen was a mess. Chairs were toppled over, food was everywhere and the fridge was wide open and there was someone behind the fridge door chowing down on whatever it'd found. You walked slowly towards the fridge, Sam in tow ready to shoot whatever it was behind the fridge if need be. Just as you were about to pull back the fridge door, you winced as your next step crushed a pile of chips. You froze as the noise of eating stopped behind the fridge door and as your heart was beating erratically, Dean stood up from behind the door with a raw steak in his hand and around his mouth.

"Dean? What are you-" A low, animalistic growl came from Dean as he closed the fridge and locked his eyes on Sam. Dean's pupils dilated into huge orbs and when he bared his teeth you saw dog like fangs sprouting from where his human teeth used to be. Fear settled in your stomach as Dean took a step towards you and Sam. Shit. For each step Dean made, you and Sam took two steps back. As soon as you were out of the kitchen, you bolted down the hallway with Sam beside you. Without paying attention, you took a turn into a dead end.

"Shit!" You turned around just in time to see Dean lunge at Sam and push him against the wall.

"Mine! She's mine!" Dean practically barked at Sam through bared teeth. The look Sam gave you told you to run. After all, you were the only "she" around here. While Dean had Sam pinned up against the wall, you took the advantage to make a break for it. You raced once again down the hallway and into your bedroom. You slammed the door behind you and locked it before locking yourself into the bathroom and clutching your phone. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit, the words ran through your head like a mantra. What do I do? What do I- then the thought hit you. Garth. Sam had given you Garth's number in case he wasn't back from helping him by sunrise. Then as soon as you thought of it you remembered where it was. In the kitchen on the key rack. Fuck. The image of Dean's black orb eyes and sharp teeth flashed before your eyes as you reached for the lock on the bathroom door. You shot back with fear and hid your face between your knees. No, I have to get help. Despite your fear, you unlocked the door and looked out into your bedroom. Nothing. The door was still locked and all you could hear was silence from behind your bedroom door. Please don't let me get killed. Slowly, you took five breaths before unlocking the door and glancing outside. Still nothing. As you went down the stairs, you wished you had Sam to watch your back like he had before. When you reached the kitchen, there was still no one in sight. The paper with Garth's number hung like a beacon of hope on the key rack. As you walked towards it, a faint growl could be heard from the distance. Don't stop, you've got to call Garth. You sighed in relief as you took the paper off the key rack.

"Y/N…" You jumped as Dean's voice reached you from the doorway to the kitchen. You expected his teeth to be gleaming red with blood, Sam's blood, but his teeth and his eyes were back to normal. You took a step back and found yourself in the pantry. You took your eyes off Dean quickly to search for anything you could use as a weapon, but there was nothing but empty shelves. Damn it. When you turned your attention back on Dean he had crossed the kitchen and was standing only inches away from you. Your mouth opened to let out a scream, but Dean's hand covered your mouth as he pushed you backwards and against the pantry wall. The door closed behind him and all you could see was pitch black. Dean's hand came off of your mouth. The piece of paper that had Garth's number scribbled on it was now crumpled in your hand.

"Y/N…" You jumped as you felt Dean's face rub against your cheek and down to your neck. You were frozen in fear as you felt his arms wrap around you. His face continued down onto your chest and rubbed his cheek against your clothed breasts, "Mine." Dean practically purred the word. His voice was so soft, so calm. A complete difference from his earlier voice that had been laced with an angry undertone. You could feel his hot breath around you as he licked a steady strip up your chest and neck until he reached your ear.

"Dean, please…" you pleaded through a barely controlled sob.

"You're trembling. Why? Did he touch you?" Dean's voice changed back to the menacing beast it was before as his grip tightened around you, "He touched you didn't he? I told him you were mine. Mine, I told him! All mine!" You could feel Dean's teeth growing against your neck as he started breathing heavily. Carefully, you wrapped your arms around Dean's shoulders.

"No, he didn't touch me." You whispered, trying to hide the sob in your throat. You must have done so well as Dean's teeth retracted and his breathing went back to normal. Dean hoisted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist.

"I told him you're mine. All mine." You felt the cold pantry floor as Dean laid the both of you down. His arms were wrapped tightly around you as he laid you on top of him.

"I am yours, Dean. All yours, it's okay." You ran your fingers through his hair until suddenly his breathing slowed. He- he was asleep. You couldn't believe your luck as you unwrapped Dean's arms and stood up, careful not to wake him up. Slowly, you opened the door wide enough for you to sneak out and race up to your bedroom. You held the piece of paper tightly in your hand as you rounded the corner, bumping into Sam along the way.

"Sam?!," You yelled as you threw your arms around him and pulled him into your bedroom, "Thank god, I thought Dean had hurt you." You locked the door as Sam collapsed on the bed.

"Well, just a bit." You looked over and saw Sam's leg was scratched up pretty bad, "But it's nothing really, a few stitches will do the trick."

"Good, I'll get the first aid kit. While I'm doing that you can call Garth." You tossed the crumpled piece of paper to Sam.

"Wha- Garth? Why Garth?"

"I think Garth may have given us the wrong spell or done something wrong with whatever was in that bottle because there is no way in hell that what is going on with Dean is the cure for his mind reading curse. Hell, right now I'd rather be dealing with the mind reading curse."