A lot of feelings happening here. Sorry in advance.

Chapter Six: Pinky Promises

Dean had a month and a half left before he was a dead man.

He had a month and a half before his deal to save Sam was up and the hellhounds came to drag him away.

Instead of wasting time trying to find a way to get out of his deal, he did the only thing he wanted to do before he died. He ditched Sam and made up a hunt that was close to Everly. She was living in Portland, working in marketing at something called a startup, not that Dean knew what that was.

He had her most recent address, an apartment in some high rise in downtown Portland, and he drove as fast as he could to get to her.

Dean knew he should've called first, or at least sent a text, but he always loved to watch the look of surprise on her face when she opened the door to find him on the other side.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted her, pleased with his surprise this time. He had come in with another resident of the building, eliminating the need to ring her apartment to be buzzed in. She'd given him a clicker for the garage guest parking a few visits before so he wouldn't get a ticket on the street.

Everly immediately grinned and pulled him into a warm hug, squeezing him tightly before letting him go.

"Come in, shoes off," she reminded him like always, and Dean rolled his eyes half heartedly as he obliged.

He looked around her apartment, taking in all of her furniture, mid-century modern she'd told him once. All of the little accents screamed Everly, from the framed prints of the places she'd lived to the verdant plants in quirky pots, he'd be able to pick out this place as hers from a lineup if he had to.

The TV in the living room was paused on whatever she had been watching, probably a documentary, and her laptop was open and resting on the coffee table. He must've interrupted her work.

"What brings you to town?" Everly asked as she made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a beer for each of them, popping the tops and tossing the caps in the trash.

"Just passing through, thought I'd stop by and see my favorite girl for as long as she'd put up with me," Dean answered with a smirk, flopping onto her couch.

"You on the job?" she prodded, taking a seat beside him and grabbing her laptop off of the table.

Dean said that he wasn't as he watched her navigate through a few screens and glare at one particular page before shutting the computer and setting it back down.

"Why are you doing work on a Friday night?" he asked curiously, and Everly groaned.

"I work with morons, that's why," She sighed as she gave him a recap of what she had been dealing with. He didn't understand it for the most part, but it sounded like people wanted to make changes to something at the last second when they had plenty of time to do it weeks ago. She pressed her fingers into her forehead, rubbing gently. "They're so stupid and they don't pay me nearly enough to deal with their incompetence."

"Sounds like you need a distraction," Dean told her, letting his fingers dance up her thigh and under the hem of her shorts.

"You always seem to show up at the perfect time," Everly smiled as she leaned into his touch, and he was on her in an instant.

It'd been a while since he had last seen her, but it felt like no time had passed since then. He still knew her body like the back of his hand, and she still knew his. Dean carried her into her bedroom, knowing exactly what they both needed. He'd tell her about his impending death later, after he took care of her.

Later that night the doorbell rang, and Everly frowned against Dean's chest as they cuddled and watched TV in her bed, mumbling that she was gonna kill whoever was causing their interruption.

She got out of bed and pulled on Dean's discarded t-shirt as well as her underwear, then made her way to the door. While Dean remained in bed, he heard another voice along with Everly's— it sounded like a woman, from what he could tell.

"I'm really tired, and I totally forgot you were coming… Can we just rain check?" Everly asked, "I kinda have someone staying with me."

Dean was curious now, so he pulled on his boxer briefs and jeans before heading out into the living room.

He found Everly standing with another woman, a petite brunette wearing a slinky dress who was currently eyeing him up and down. He merely smirked back at her before coming up behind Everly and pulling her back against him.

"Shit, Lee," the woman grinned at Everly, "If I knew you were hiding him, I wouldn't have wasted my time trying to find you a man!"

Dean froze up, not liking the fact that Everly's friend was trying to hook her up with dudes.

"How long have you been keeping him from me?" Noelle asked, her hands on her hips, "Does he have a brother? Do you have a brother?"

"Actually, Noelle, he does have a brother," Everly laughed, glancing up at Dean as she leaned back into him. "And he's been around since I was 18. Way before your time."

"My brother's a little… preoccupied right now. Not a lot of time for dating," he told the woman, "Nice to meet you though. I'm Dean."

He sent her a slight wave, placed his hand back on Everly's hip.

Noelle flashed a smile, "So, I really don't want to waste this great dress and my expensive makeup. Wanna come out with me for some drinks?"

Everly started to shake her head, and Dean knew she was going to say no, so he answered instead.

"Sure, why not. Why don't you grab a beer and I'll help get this one here ready," Dean's hands moved to rest on Everly's shoulders now, squeezing gently as he spoke.

Everly finally nodded in agreement, "Give me ten minutes, fifteen max, okay?"

Noelle grinned, telling Dean that she liked him already before shooing them off and heading into the kitchen to grab herself a drink.

Everly dragged Dean into her room and shut the door behind them, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips before saying, "I'm so sorry about this. I totally forgot I had plans. If you don't want to go, we don't have to…"

"And miss seeing you in a little black dress? I'm fine with this change of plans," Dean winked.

She dug through her closet and glanced over her shoulder as she held up hangers, seeking his opinion as she tried to find something to wear.

"That one," Dean chimed in as she held up a shimmery, low-cut black dress. "I know that dress, and that's the one."

Everly smiled and Dean knew that she was probably thinking about all of the times she wore it out with him- he certainly was.

"Fine, fine. Wanna put a shirt on while I change and freshen up?"

The bar they ended up at was definitely not a place Dean would've chosen, but Noelle was set on going and he was only along for the ride. He was perfectly content with sipping on a beer and vaguely tuning in as she and Everly talked about something or another, answering any questions that got thrown his way.

After a few drinks Noelle set her eyes on a guy at the other end of the bar, leaving Dean and Everly to themselves.

"So she's been trying to get you to hook up with guys?" Dean asked casually, not sure if he wanted to broach the subject.

Everly rolled her eyes and set her cocktail on the bar, taking his free hand with both of hers.

"Yeah, she's been trying for ages, but I normally say no. Or if I do go, I rack up the free drinks and grab a cab home before any of the guys can try and collect," she shrugged.

They'd never talked about being exclusive, not in the ten years they'd known each other. Sure, Dean slept with women here and there, but he never felt anything for them, not in the way he felt about Everly. Plus he always wore protection and got tested before going to see her, just to be safe. He never asked if she had been with other guys and she had never mentioned anyone else, but based on how she was behaving now it seemed unlikely that she was.

"I- I tried it, the whole dating thing. But…" Everly trailed off, and Dean noticed how she was starting to close up on him, so he squeezed her hand reassuringly and she kept going. "I always compare them to you and no one even comes close."

Dean was floored. He hadn't expected that to be her answer, and he couldn't think of a response. Not even a sarcastic comment.

"It- it's fine if you're dating or whatever," Everly stammered. He could tell she was trying to save herself from embarrassment. "I just wanted to clear things up if Noelle gave you any concerns."

"Sweetheart, c'mere," Dean put his beer down and pulled her so she was standing as close to him as possible. He leaned in so he could tell her clearly over the music that filled the bar. "There's no one else. Never has been, never will be. Only you. Got that?"

"Got it," she nodded. "Looks like Noelle's pretty busy… Wanna get out of here?"

"You don't have to ask me twice," he grinned, kissing her neck and letting her go so he could finish his beer before they left.

The rest of Dean's time in Portland was spent either cooped up with Everly in bed or eating all of the amazing food the city had to offer. He was more than pleased that she was eager to share her favorite spots with him, and he had stuffed his face with donuts, biscuits, and anything else he could.

He'd made sure to keep close to Everly, soft touches, gentle kisses, any displays of affection he could think of to show just how much he loved her. He stole glances that turned into long stares, trying to memorize every inch of her. She caught him once or twice, but never called him out on it, flashing him a cheeky wink instead.

Everly didn't ask questions when the weekend was over and he hadn't gotten back on the road. She worked from home when she could, taking calls from her sofa while Dean played with her hair.

The two weeks Dean stayed was the longest they had spent together in years, and he could tell Everly had gotten suspicious. He had reassured her that Sam had things under control with hunts, but he knew she could hear his phone vibrating at all hours, missed calls and texts from his brother threatening to ruin his last few days with the woman he loved.

"Dean, not that I don't love spending time with you," she said as they laid on the couch together, the rain putting a damper on any Saturday night plans they had. "But you've been here for a while. Usually you stay for a weekend, maybe four days, five at most. It's been more than two weeks. Is something going on?"

He stopped breathing, knowing it was now or never.

"I'm gonna die in a month," he blurted out.

Dean watched Everly jump up from her lounging position and turn around to face him so fast he thought she'd get whiplash.

"You're what?" she asked, "Did I hear you correctly? You're dying?"

"Not exactly... It's a long story."

Dean spilled his guts, telling her about how Sam had died, how he had made a deal to bring him back, and how it'd cost him his soul. He told her that he'd only been given a year, and that he had about a month left.

Everly listened carefully, and he watched her green eyes searching as he spoke, and he knew her mind was working a mile a minute.

He knew she was trying to think of a way to get him out of it, but he, Sam, and Bobby had gone through everything they could think of.

"Dean… Why have you spent so much time here then? You- you should be with Sam, trying to fight!" Everly's voice cracked, and he could see tears welling up in her eyes.

"I've done everything I can, Ev. I wanted to spend what time I have left with you."

That pushed her over the edge, and before he could process it, Everly was buried in his arms, sobbing against his chest as she held onto him like her life depended on it.

He whispered to her, saying anything he could think of to try and calm her down, rubbing circles on her back gently.

Dean knew he shouldn't have said anything. He should've left a letter for someone to send her after he was gone, but he couldn't do that to her. Now he felt like his heart was breaking, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I- I love you so much, Ev. You have to know that," he told her as he kissed the top of her head.

"I know, I love you too," she mumbled into his shirt. "What can I do to help you?"

Dean was quiet for a few moments, wondering what to say to her. What he could say.

"Help make the rest of my time on Earth worthwhile."

Everly held out her right hand, pinky extended, and he wrapped his own around hers, his eyes snapping up to hers to see the determined, heartbroken look on her face.

"I will, pinky promise."

Dean had been back from Hell for a week before he called Everly.

Before he died, he spent his last couple of days with Sam to tie up loose ends. Instead of letting his brother in on the fact that he was still involved with Everly, he'd left instructions for Bobby to contact her and let her know that he was gone, and Bobby had done just that.

When he showed up topside four months later, Bobby told him that she'd been devastated.

So when he called and told her that he was alive, Everly screamed and dropped the phone.

It'd taken a bit to convince her that it was really him, and then he was on his way to see her in Portland.

She'd been crying when she opened the door and found him on the other side, and she smiled through the tears when she pulled him into her apartment and shoved him up against the door, kissing him with everything she had.

He had no explanation for how he had come back, but she didn't care. And honestly, neither did he.

"Promise me you won't do that again," she whispered as they laid in bed later that night, and Dean knew that he shouldn't make a promise he wasn't sure he could keep.

But with the way Everly had been staring up at him, clearly still so torn up over his death, he nodded.

"Pinky promise," he answered, holding out his little finger and wrapping it around hers tightly.

The night before they were going to ice the Devil in Carthage, Missouri, Dean called her.

While Cas, Ellen, Jo, and Bobby were inside the Singer house, Dean stepped outside and made his way over to the Impala, leaning against the hood as he dialed Everly.

"Hey Dean, what's up?" her voice filled his ear, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Hi Ev, nothi-" he cut himself off, knowing he couldn't lie to her. "Actually, a lot's up. You got a minute to talk?"

"Of course, I always have time for you. Give me a second," It was silent for a few seconds, and he heard another voice in the background before a door closed. "Okay, what's up?"

Dean told her about Michael and Lucifer, and how he and Sam were their true vessels. How they had to stop the Apocalypse, and tomorrow they had the chance to stop Lucifer.

"Tomorrow is make it or break it. We've got one shot, and… if we don't defeat him, we might not make it back."

"Dean, are you… Is this a goodbye call?"

The sound of her voice, the hurt in it, made Dean frown and he wanted nothing more than to hold her.

"It's a 'just in case things go sideways' call, sweetheart," he told her, hoping that's exactly what it was going to be.

"Don't do this to me again," she sighed, "I can't go through losing you again."

"And hopefully you won't have to," Dean told her, trying to keep her calm. "I didn't call to upset you, I called because I need you to know what the possibilities are."

"O-okay. I understand… How long- how long should I wait to hear back from you before assuming the worst?"

Dean hated that she had to ask him that, and he hated that he had an answer for her.

"Three days," he answered confidently, in case something happened and he needed to get to a phone.

"Pinky promise?" she asked, and he found himself nodding even though he couldn't see her.

"Pinky promise, Ev."

"You can't break this one, okay?" her voice was soft and Dean hated that he was doing this to her, but he had to fight Lucifer. They had to save the world.

"I know."

Sam was gone, in the Pit with Michael and Lucifer, and Dean was beside himself. Cas was gonna go back to Heaven, to try and salvage things now that Michael was gone, and Bobby was gonna keep on hunting.

But Dean didn't want to keep hunting anymore. He was tired.

So he said his goodbyes to Bobby and hit the road, exhaustion from their conversation weighing on him heavily.

He replayed it in his mind as he drove, letting his words sink in.

"You've put that nice girl through the ringer, boy, you better be all in this time," Bobby told him, "I don't know how she's had the strength to stick by ya all these years."

"I know Bobby, I don't deserve it one bit," Dean sighed as he threw his bag in the trunk of the Impala and leaned against the car. "I keep thinking that one of these day's she's just gonna block my number."

"You should be grateful every time she picks up. Don't let a good thing go to waste just 'cause ya think ya don't deserve to be happy, ya idjit," Bobby patted him on the shoulder, and Dean nodded in understanding.

The drive was long, but he knew the route by heart by now, and he had his own key to the building so he didn't have to be buzzed in when he arrived at 3 o'clock in the morning. He took the elevator up to the 23rd floor and made his way down the hall to the last door on the right.

Dean took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, knowing better than to use his key when he wasn't expected.

The door opened after a minute and a half, and his chest tightened when he saw the woman he loved wearing nothing but a silk nightgown, her hair falling wildly out of a bun, and her sleep mask pushed up onto her forehead.

"Dean? Is everything okay? Are you okay?" she asked, concern slowly beginning to flood her voice as she grew more and more alert.

"No, I'm not okay," he mumbled as he stepped into the apartment. "Remember what I told you what I wanted to do if I didn't have to hunt?"

He knew she did, the glint of hope in her eyes spoke volumes.

Months ago, while they were curled up in her bed on a stolen weeknight visit, he'd said that if he could, he'd have a life with her. That was all he wanted if he didn't have to save people or hunt things. Everly had smiled and told him she'd be ready whenever he was.

Well, he was ready now.

"C'mon, let's go to bed," she nodded towards her bedroom, and Dean followed her numbly.

This was what he wanted. This was what he needed. So, he wasn't gonna deny himself any longer.

His life with Everly had taken some adjusting. She still lived in a luxury high rise in downtown Portland, and it took him a minute to get used to city living.

She had been patient and kind, letting him go at his own pace and grieve the loss of his brother. She never pried, and listened when he wanted to talk late at night after waking up from a nightmare.

It only took him a month to settle in and feel like he was living a life with Everly instead of just visiting.

She'd been promoted at her startup job, which was no longer a startup and was now a highly valued company, but she was still the same girl he fell in love with in high school. She still had that Polaroid camera, she still loved to cuddle. But now she was making well into six figures, and Dean felt like a leech.

So he got himself a job despite Everly telling him he could take his time if he wanted.

"I have more money than I know what to do with, Dean, let me spend it on you," she had told him when she presented him with a new watch, one that he knew to be expensive. It wasn't flashy, and honestly he loved it. But he knew how much it cost and it made him wince every time he bumped it against something.

"I may be good lookin', but I ain't no trophy boy," he'd answered, and then he had gotten a construction job the following week.

He liked his new life with Everly. They traveled, partly because she had to for work, and partly because she wanted to go places with him. They'd gone to Seattle, Los Angeles, New York, London, and more, all in business class. Dean has been worried about his ID or passport not working because he was legally dead, but somehow they did and he didn't question it.

They talked endlessly, soaking up each other's presence after only getting small doses over the years.

He'd never had anything like this before.

Dean loved waking up to Everly curled up against him, coming home to find her wrapped in a blanket on the couch, showering with her before bed. He loved making faces at each other in the mirror as they brushed their teeth together. The tiniest things made him feel so fulfilled. He honestly thought he'd be sick of it by now— the constant contact and being in her presence all the time. But he couldn't get enough of it. He found himself missing her when he was at work, more so than when he was away from her when he had been on the road hunting.

It was mundane but at the same time it wasn't. They cooked together, went to breweries, watered all of her houseplants. He got to know her friends better and made some of his own. He'd never imagined living this kind of life, and now he wasn't sure if he wanted to ever give it up.

They'd lived together for a little over a year when he had decided he wanted to ask her to marry him. He bought a ring a few months into this new life, and had been planning on proposing over their next long weekend when they were in Lake Tahoe, but then Sam showed up out of the blue and everything went to shit.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

Everly's question hung in the air and Dean's shoulders dropped as he stood in the closet, eyeing the clothes he'd hung up beside hers all those months ago..

She was in the bedroom now, probably sitting on the bed, looking more beautiful than he could imagine.

He didn't deserve her when all he ever did was put her through shit like this.

Dean took a deep breath and steeled himself, knowing what he had to do. He stepped into the bedroom, their bedroom, and met her gaze.

"Sammy's back. I gotta make sure he's okay."

"I never even stood a chance, did I?"

She didn't even sound mad. Just tired, like she had given up. He could see the defeat clearly in her eyes and all over her body language, the way her lips were angled downward, how her arms were crossed over her stomach, hugging herself.

Dean felt like the biggest piece of shit for doing this to her.

"He needs me, Ev."

"What if I need you? What if I need you more than Sam does?"

He'd spent the past few nights laying awake in bed thinking about exactly that, and he hadn't come up with an answer.

When he didn't say anything, she nodded stiffly, obviously getting whatever she thought she was going to get.

"Cool. Great. So you're just gonna walk out after the last year like it never even happened. Awesome."

Her jaw was tight, and he could see her fingertips digging into her arms, like she was trying to keep herself under control.

They rarely fought, but he'd seen her fired up on work calls. This was the total opposite of how she acted during those.

"Ev–"

"Don't Ev me, Dean. Nothing I say will change your mind, so I- I'm not even going to bother. Just do whatever it is you need to do and leave," she paused for a second, blinking hard before she continued, "Don't come back. I can't… I can't keep doing this push and pull. I found the ring in the Impala, you know. I would've said yes."

She got up from the bed and left the room, and Dean quickly followed once he got his feet to move.

He watched her grab her keys and a jacket from the entryway closet, and she slipped on her shoes, not even sparing him a glance as she walked out the door.

Dean knew he should stay. He was happier than he'd probably ever been in his entire life, and he was going to throw it all away because Sam was back.

But Sam was back, and he couldn't just ignore that.

It took longer than he expected to pack his things, he'd amassed a few more shirts here and there, some jackets, and a couple more pairs of shoes. He carefully separated his toiletries from Everly's, untangled their belongings like he was tearing their relationship apart.

He made sure to pack the framed photo of them that sat on his nightstand, a selfie they'd taken when he was first settling in and they'd gone to Seattle for a weekend.

When he was done packing, he looked around the apartment and held back tears. He didn't deserve to cry or to feel anything other than shame over this. It was his fault, and he would suffer the consequences.

He unclipped his keys to the apartment and the building from the Impala's and set them in the bowl beside the front door, and took one final look back at the life he'd settled into.

"I'm so sorry, Ev. I love you," he mumbled into the air, knowing she would never get to hear him apologize.

Dean walked out of the front door, closing it tightly behind him and made sure it was locked before he left.

Everly's eyes were black as the demon inside her stared up at Dean, a smirk on her face that he knew wasn't hers.

She was tied to a chair, seated inside of a perfectly painted devil's trap— Dean wasn't about to take any chances with this demon escaping before it was sent back to Hell.

"Oh Dean… Took you long enough to figure out I was inside your little sweetie pie, ruining her body before you could catch me," the demon laughed. "She's a pretty thing, you got that right. And her memories! They're absolutely salacious! Who knew you were such a softy? You won't be able to save her once I'm out here."

"You're gonna regret your entire existence once I'm done with you," he seethed, his grip tightening on the flask of holy water he was holding onto.

"She loves you with everything she has, you know. Seeing you through her eyes has been nauseating. You could do no wrong, even after what you did to her the last time," the demon continued its taunting, eyes now back to Everly's bright green. "She turned down so many men because of you. Lawyers, doctors, venture capitalists. An actor! And a famous one, at that. Every time you'd show up at her door was like a minor miracle to her. Pathetic. If I were her, I would've jumped at the chance to date Jake Gyllenhaal."

Dean shook his head. Even though he knew he wasn't good enough for her, hearing it from a demon made it worse. She could've been happy, with a celebrity, apparently.

"Oooh. Now this is interesting. Did you know you were gonna be a dad?" the demon asked curiously, and Dean froze, unsure he had heard it clearly.

"What did you just say?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, your Evvy was preggo— while you were living the civilian life. She wanted to tell you, but then Sam came back and you went running," it told him, a smug grin on its face the entire time. "Too bad she lost the baby. She cried for weeks."

Dean felt like he couldn't breathe. This couldn't be true. The demon had to be lying. Everly would've told him…

Flashes of Everly avoiding foods she normally loved eating, especially anything spicy, or overwhelming smells filled his mind. He thought back to mornings where she'd barfed and blamed it on a hangover, even though he didn't remember her drinking the night before, and Dean started to piece it together.

"Ahh, now you're figuring it out," it chuckled, "Wanna know what you were gonna have?"

Dean began to go through the exorcism, trying to ignore the sounds of Everly's screams as he kept going.

"She didn't know yet, but it was a girl— ouch!" it hissed as Dean emptied the flask in its face, not

nearly satisfied enough with how it sizzled.

Stuffing down his rage, Dean finished the exorcism and rushed into the devil's trap to catch Everly before she could sag against the chair, coughing up blood as she looked around, terrified.

"Hold on sweetheart," he tried to soothe as he untied her and lifted her out of the chair, immediately stopping when he heard her groan in pain.

"P-please," she sobbed. "It hurts so much…"

"I'm gonna get you to the hospital, just hold on for me, okay?"

Dean had no idea what to do. She looked worse now than she had when the demon was inside of her, and it reminded him of when Meg ditched her original meat suit. Taking off his plaid shirt, he balled it up and pressed it against what looked to be a bleeding stab wound to her stomach.

"Hold onto this, can you do that for me?" He asked, and she nodded weakly, using both of her trembling hands to keep it against her as tightly as she could.

"I'm s-sorry," she whispered, and Dean shook his head fervently, telling her she didn't do anything wrong. That she had nothing to apologize for.

He pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1, holding the device to his ear as held his shirt to her stab wound and spoke to her softly, trying to keep her conscious.

When the dispatcher answered, Dean was quick to give the address of the motel he was at, saying that it was a life or death situation and he couldn't wait for an ambulance so he was going to take her to the emergency room. He hung up before the dispatcher had the chance to ask his name, and he glanced down at the woman who had gone terrifyingly silent.

"I'm gonna roll you out to the car, then I'm gonna get you to the hospital," Dean repeated as he stood to his full height, unsure if he was trying to reassure her or himself. "You're gonna be okay, pinky promise."

As gently as he could, Dean got Everly into the Impala and drove her to the hospital, parking at the emergency vehicles entrance and running inside to get help.

After that, he could only watch as they loaded her unconscious form up onto a gurney and rushed her away into the depths of the hospital, leaving him in the waiting room to fill out paperwork and try and hold himself together.

"I was gonna be a dad…" he mumbled to himself over and over quietly, not realizing that he had been crying until an admin had come to collect the clipboard he had been clutching onto, his knuckles white.

"They're going to do everything they can to make sure she makes it, sir," she tried to reassure him, handing him a box of tissues. "But… You should call her next of kin, in case any medical decisions need to be made."

Taking a deep breath, Dean pulled out his phone and called her brother.

Dean stood across from Everly during his fifth visit, beyond frustrated by the fact that she couldn't remember a single thing about him. About them.

It had been weeks since she came out of her coma and the first time he visited, the doctor said she might have a hard time remembering things. But she couldn't remember anything at all, and it wasn't getting better.

"I- I'm sorry, I really am," she told him after he had kicked the chair he had been sitting in, frustrated with himself more than anything else, and he could feel her eyes watching him as he paced the small room like a caged animal. "I just don't know you."

"Everly June Manning, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to help get your memories back."

Dean had never felt more determined in his entire life. He had to do this. There was no failing her.

He approached her cautiously and held out his pinky, frowning when she didn't immediately hold hers out in response.

"C'mon, Ev, I can't make a pinky promise without ya," he said jokingly, and she held up her little finger, curiosity all over her still bruised face.

He wrapped his finger around hers tightly, "I'm gonna get you back, pinky promise."