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Beauty and the Beast Chapter Nine

tags: @juniorhuntersam, @clea-nightingale, @annewski, @mery-magizoologist, @nanie5

warnings: lots of violence verbal and physical

parings: Dean x reader

word count: 9201

(Y/N) panted as she pushed open the door to the garage her body was shaking slightly in fear as she hurried over to the Impala afterwards. She was struggling not to start hyperventilate as she slid into the driver’s seat and started up the Impala. A million thoughts were racing through her head at the moment, a million different ways her father could have been hurt and it seemed like each one was worse than the last. God knows what it was that had gotten her father and god knew what state he was currently. Even though she was terrified for her father's life there was this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her she couldn’t entirely believe what Michael was saying. Enough of a feeling to cause her to hesitate in her plan to drive straight to the hospital. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she peeled out of the garage and down the street, her knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. Her eyes blurred and she reached up and wiped away her building tears, blinking rapidly she focused on the road desperately trying to force her mind on to one topic rather than a thousand.

She breathed in a shaky breath as her mind finally settled on a topic. She wasn’t going to head straight to the hospital when she got into town because even if her father was in the hospital there wouldn’t be much that she would be able to do, because the hospital staff would keep her out of the room anyways. So she had decided that she would swing by the house first and check to make sure that her father had actually gone to the hospital instead of it just being Micheal being an asshole per usual. She wiped her eyes again and took another deep breath as she pushed down on the gas pedal pushing the limit.

~Dean’s P.O.V~

Dean watched as he watched (Y/N) run away from him disappearing down the hallway towards the garage and he frowned feeling his heart constrict and sheet of ice begin to cover his heart again. Running his fingers through his hair he went around and extinguished the candles just as Charlie was walking in with Cas and Kevin.

“So how did it go?” Charlie asked and Dean looked over at her to see a hopeful gleam in her eyes and he stared at her for a minute feeling horrible that he was going to be the reason that gleam left her eyes.

“She left.” Dean answered and for a second there was silence as they all stared at him in disbelief and he knew there was a freak out to come.

“What do you mean she left?” Kevin asked and Dean sighed running his fingers through his hair once again.

“I mean she left. She’s gone and she won’t be coming back.” Dean answered bluntly.

“What did you do?” Cas asked, a hint of anger to his voice as he glared at Dean who glared right back.

“I didn’t do anything! She left of her own choice! Something happened with her father and she left to go take care of him.” Dean shot back and they fell silent again.

“But…..but she could still come back couldn’t she?” Charlie asked, grasping at straws trying to hold on to some form of hope. Dean looked at her sadly.

“You know she won’t Charlie, he dad needs her and with time she’ll probably forget about us too.” Dean said the words like a knife to the heart.

“But you love her! Doesn’t that count for anything?!” Kevin shouted and this time Dean didn’t try to deny the words that he knew were true, there was no sense in doing it now.

“Not in the way of the curse it doesn’t Kevin if she doesn’t love me back then it doesn’t matter. Now I suggest you guys do whatever it is you want to do who knows how much longer this will last.” Dean muttered as he brushed past them and walked down the hallway heading towards Sam’s room. Deciding that while he still had a bit of humanity left he would stay with his brother before whatever happened to him after the curse fell through happened.

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V~

(Y/N) cursed loudly as she pulled the Impala to the side of the road glaring at Michael’s car that was parked in her driveway knowing instantly that he had lied to her.

“That little shit.” She growled to herself as she pushed open the door and basically flew out of the car, slamming the door behind her. She stalked across the front lawn and up the porch before shoving the door open.

“Well, well, well look who finally decided to grace us with her presence, took you long enough.” Michael snarled and (Y/N) whipped around to face Michael who had a gun pressed against her father’s head, finger hovering over the trigger.

“Michael you son of a bitch!” (Y/N) growled her hands clenching into fists as she stalked towards him noticing that her father was tied to the chair and looking extremely annoyed at the moment and severely grumpy. The sound of a floor board creaking behind her caused her to whip around, kicking out with her leg and knocking Zachariah over. Zachariah fell to the floor with a grunt, the knife in his hand clattering besides him and (Y/N) bent down picking it up before turning to face Michael.

“Damn it Zachariah! You couldn’t do one thing! One thing!” Michael yelled his nostrils flaring in outrage and (Y/N) stared at him. He looked absolutely insane. His hair was all mussed up and there was a crazy gleam in his eyes as his gaze darted from (Y/N) to her father to Zachariah and all over again. She didn’t know what to do, she had dealt with a lot in her life including people who had gone completely insane but none of them had ever had a gun pointed at her father.

“Michael why don’t you put the gun down and we can talk about this, you clearly need some help.” (Y/N) stated raising her hands in a manner that hopefully meant she didn’t mean any harm.

“I don’t need help (Y/N) I just need you to stop being so stubborn and agree to go out with me like you should!” Michael growled the barrel of the gun pressing against her father’s head. (Y/N) glanced at Bobby who looked completely calm.

“Michael I’m not going to agree to anything if you keep that gun pressed to my father’s head so why don’t you just put the gun down and we can talk about this like civilized people.” She stated but Michael didn’t seem to hear her.

“Who have you been staying with (Y/N), hmmm?” Michael asked and (Y/N) breathed in deeply through her nose trying not to lose her calm and just go up there and take the gun from him.

“A friend. Michael please put the gun down, this isn’t how you want me to say yes to going out on a date with you is it? Don’t you want this to seem more natural, less forced?” She lied and that seemed to get through Michael as he stood there looking between her and her father some sanity returning to her eyes in the process.

“Yes, yes, of course this isn’t how I wanted it to go but you see you’re just so stubborn! That I didn’t have a choice! I have to do this! If only you had just agreed the first time and this wouldn’t have had to happen.” Michael removed the gun from Bobby’s head and she masked her look of relief with one of sympathy instead.

“I, I know that Michael but you have to understand that at first I was just so confused, I mean you the most handsome, well known, and popular man in all of town and you were hitting on me what was I supposed to think? I thought it was all a joke.” She was lying through her teeth she knew that and she was silently praying that Michael was currently buying it. Judging by the confused and slightly horrified look that had come across her face she was doing a good job.

“It was never a joke (Y/N), I would never joke about you.” Michael said, the gun lowering to his side as she continued to lure him into a false sense of security. The gun was quickly raised again though once she took a step towards him.

“What are you doing?!” Michael shouted as his finger hovered above the trigger and (Y/N) gulped raising her hands again.

“I’m not doing anything, I’m just want to check on my father Michael, he’s very old.” Bobby scowled at her slightly but she wasn’t worried about what he thought about her insult at the moment. Michael continued to stare at her for a few minutes before turning his attention back to Zachariah who was now back on his feet and silently watching everything that was going on.

“Take the knife from her.” Michael stated and (Y/N) looked over her shoulder watching as Zachariah wearily walked up to her and she let him take the knife from her not wanting to do anything that could set Michael off. Her brow furrowed in confusion though when she saw Zachariah mouth “I’m sorry” to her, but she quickly replaced it with her calm facade as she looked back at Michael.

“Michael why is my father tied up?” She asked. Michael shook his head the crazy gleam returning to his eyes as he pressed the gun to her father's head again.

“Because he wouldn’t tell me where you were! He wouldn’t give me his phone to call you! I had to tie him up because he wouldn’t give me what I wanted! What was rightfully mine!” Michael shouted his usual composure crumbling as he snarled at her father.

“What’s rightfully yours?” She asked trying desperately to distract him again. He looked back at her a sad and desperate look coming to his face.

“Yes what is rightfully mine. Don’t you see it (Y/N)? You are mine and I am yours we were meant to be together, you’re so perfectly stubborn for me that how could I deny you? You are mine and it’s people like him that have been getting in the way the entire time!” Michael roared the barrel of the gun nudging against her father’s head and an icy fear ran through her veins at the sight.

“Yes, yes I see it Michael. I’m yours and you’re mine, just please put the gun down Michael and my father will never bother us again.” (Y/N) pleaded desperately with him and Michael finally seemed to realize what he was doing as he looked at her and saw the look on her face. Frowning softly he set the gun down on the desk and walked around it, coming to a stop to stand in front of it his arms opened wide like he expected her to go over and hug him. She didn’t move from her spot though her eyes trained on her father who was looking at her in worry and slightly horror. Looking away from her father she slowly started walking towards Michael who got the largest smile on his face when she did, but she didn’t hug him like he expected no instead she reached up grabbed his arm and roughly pulled him forward. Michael stumbled forward out of shock and she kicked him in the back of the knees as he stumbled past her knocking him to the ground, picking the gun up off the desk she spun around the face Michael her finger on the trigger and gun pointed at his head.

“You selfish bitch! How dare you attack me!” Michael screamed as he climbed back to his feet, (Y/N) tracking his head as he stood up.

“How dare you tie up my father and hold a gun to his head.” (Y/N) growled in response she stood still watching Michael’s every move prepared to shoot him if she had to. With a guttural scream Michael dove low, (Y/N) squeezed the trigger but missed as the bullet shot into the floor and Michael tackled her legs knocking her over, her head hitting against the desk. She cried out in pain her vision swimming, black dots dancing all around her eyesight as she struggled to ignore the pain. Michael flipped her over and pinned her by the shoulders while he straddled her waist with a snarl on his face.

“You shouldn’t have done that sweetheart.” Michael growled and despite the pain (Y/N) struggled against him trying to throw him off while reaching for some sort of weapon.

“Michael get off of me!” She screamed bucking her hips only to immediately regret it as her head swam once again.

“Get away from my daughter!” Bobby yelled as he wheeled forward in his chair.

“Zachariah! Make yourself useful for once and stop him from moving while I handle her!” Michael barked out and Zachariah scrambled to do what Michael wanted grabbing the back of bobby’s chair holding him still while (Y/N) continued to struggle underneath Michael.

“Now, let’s see who it is that you’ve actually been staying with hmm? Let’s see who it was that has kept my darling (Y/N) away from me and brainwashed her into thinking that she didn’t want me.” Michael smiled in a sickeningly sweet manner as he scooted down slightly, one of his hands that pinned her shoulders moving to reach into her pocket. Taking her opportunity (Y/N) raised her fist swinging it at him but his hand shot up and grabbed her fist before she could and he chuckled.

“Now, now, (Y/N) we know what happens when you try to fight back now I don’t want to hurt you again but I will it I have too.” Michael threatened as he forced her arm to the ground and pressed his knee to her forearm trapping her.

“Fuck off Michael! I never loved you! Dean didn’t brainwash me of shit!” She yelled and only a second to late did she realize that she shouldn’t have shouted Dean’s name like that as Michael’s entire body went ridgid. Mentally cursing she froze watching him her own body tense and bracing for the impact of whatever was to come.

“Who the fuck is Dean?!” Michael roared suddenly and both (Y/N) and Zachariah flinched at the tone of his voice. He glared down at her and she glared right back at him.

“None of your fucking business.” She spat out and he growled the crazy gleam in his eyes returning only now it was accompanied by anger. And she was mentally kicking herself for saying Dean’s name knowing that not only had she put Dean in the path of Michael’s psychotic rage but had also put Michael in Dean’s demonic rage. She may hate Michael but she didn’t want him to die by the hands of a demon no matter how much he deserved it.

“Is he the man you’ve been staying with? I knew it was a guy.” Michael growled as he dug into her pockets pulling out Dean’s keys and he stared at the keys before looking at her.

“What’s this?” He asked and she remained stubbornly silent staring up at him because she wasn’t about to give him what he wanted now. He growled his lips curling in a snarl as he looked back at the phone, and (Y/N) glanced away from him to her father and Zachariah who were watching the two of them with tense forms. Looking back at Michael she saw that he was still staring at her only he wasn’t really looking at her he was staring past her almost while he was deep in thought.

“Come on darling let’s go see what these keys go to.” Michael smiled at her and she internally cringed in disgust as he stood up, before she could even move to attack him he reached down and grabbed her by the hair pulling her to her feet. She screamed out in pain as it radiated through her body and her vision swam and she hurried to stand anything to lessen the pain.

“Zachariah you stay here and make sure the old man stays there will you?” Michael made it sound like he was asking politely but anyone would have been able to tell that it was a commanded. (Y/N) casted a worried look back at her father as she stumbled after Michael trying desperately to not whimper in pain as the black dots swam in her vision again.

“Michael please stop this.” (Y/N) begged but her words went unnoticed by Michael as he dragged her out onto the porch and froze as he he saw the Impala sitting at the curb.

“Now I know that’s not your car, so who’s is it? Is it that asshole Dean’s car?” Michael asked his grip never loosening on her hair and she felt her eyes tear at the pain.

“Michael please your not in the right frame of mind right now, you need help.” She was scrambling for a way to distract him not wanting him to blow his top and try to find Dean afraid of what would happen.

“I DON’T NEED HELP!!!” Michael roared and this time she visibly flinched away from him as his grip tightened on her hair. “Answer my question sweetheart.” Michael added with a growl and she stood there silent trying to stall for as long as she could but a rough tug on her hair that nearly sent her tumbling to the ground told her better than to stay silent.

“Fine, fine, yes it’s Dean’s car! But Dean has nothing to do with this Michael!” She shouted and Michael growled once again.

“Oh this has everything to do with Dean he’s the man who has taken you away from me he has to be taught a lesson that you’re mine and mine alone. So where does he live sweetheart?” Michael asked and she shook her head as best she could.

“I would never tell you that Michael, and Dean didn’t steal me away from you I was never yours to begin with.” She shot back.

“Liar! Yes you were! Until that man came along and he tricked you into hating me!” Michael screamed his hand falling from her hair and grabbing her upper arm in a bruising grip as he dragged her back into the house, slamming the door closed behind him.

“Michael! Let go of me! We can talk about this! Damn it!” (Y/N) shouted trying to pull her arm out of his grip as he dragged her into the living room again Bobby and Zachariah watching as the two came in.

“Let go of my daughter you idjit!” Bobby shouted from his seat and Michael turned his anger on him.

“Shut up old man! This doesn’t concern you! This is between me and your daughter and that asshole!”  Michael shouted and while his attention was elsewhere (Y/N) took the opportunity and brought her foot up before slamming her heel down on Michael’s foot. He cried out in pain letting go of her arm in favor of grabbing at his foot, bringing her elbow up she caught him in the face causing him to stumble back in shock and pain.

“You bitch! Zachariah! Don’t just stand there! Do something!” Michael shouted and Zachariah launched into action not wanting Michael’s anger to be turned on him as he ran at (Y/N). She stepped to the side dodging him and she grabbed ahold of the back of his shirt using his momentum against him to throw him across the room and into the coffee table. With one too distracted by the pain in his foot and the other on the floor (Y/N) hurried over to Bobby, pulling her pocket knife out as she went.

“Dad are you alright?!” She asked as she sawed through the ropes as fast as she could.

“I’m fine, what about you?” Bobby asked as he rubbed at his wrists once they were free but (Y/N) didn’t have a chance to answer because she was pulled back by Michael a knife coming to press against her throat.

“I don’t think so sweetheart, you're not freeing your father until we’re done with that Dean person.” Michael growled low in her ear and she grimacing in disgust.

“Screw you Michael.” She shot back and the knife pressed closer to her throat. She took shallow breaths not wanting to accidentally cut herself for taking too deep a breath as her heart beat wildly in her chest.

“I would be careful what you say sweetheart, I don’t want to kill you but I might slip with my grip if you're not careful. Now let’s go find that Dean shall we?” Sharply Michael began dragging her back away from Bobby who except for his hands was still tied to the chair. With no other choice she let him pull her back and over to Zachariah who lay on the ground moaning in pain.

“Get up you lazy ass and tie her hands together.” Michael commanded as he gave Zachariah a none too gentle kick to the side. With a goran Zachariah forced himself to his feet and limped over to the bag that lay besides the desk, pulling out some more rope he limped back over to (Y/N). She struggled against him moving her hands, trying to stop him from tying her hands up but with a knife to her neck her movements were jerky at best and he easily caught her wrists and tied them together tightly.

“You don’t have to do what he says you know? You can fight back.” She did her best to convince Zachariah to help her but he looked at her with a sad smile and shook his head.

“I’ve already been trying to help you, he won’t listen to reason anymore.” Zachariah basically whispered as he finished tying the ropes and took a step back.

“Let’s go sweetheart, you're gonna show me to that little friends of yours and if you even think about leading me the wrong way, Zachariah will shoot your father.” Michael threatened and obediently Zachariah walked over to Bobby picking up the gun as he went, cocking it he pressed it back against Bobby’s head. Gritting her teeth she allowed Michael to pull her back outside and to Dean’s car, forcing her into the back seat he slammed it closed and she winced slightly.

“You’re going to regret this Michael I swear to god.” (Y/N) threatened him and Michael laughed as he started the Impala up and pulled away from the curb.

“Shut up and just tell me where to drive.” Michael growled.

~Dean’s P.O.V~

Dean sat hunched over in his chair staring at Sam a frown on his face, sighing he dropped his head rubbing at his face. He didn’t know what to do, this was it, this was all he could do well this and think of what was to come. He didn’t want to think about how Charlie and the others were handling this or what they were doing, he didn’t want to think about how his brother was going to die in god knows how many minutes or hours. And he especially didn’t want to think about (Y/N) and how she had made him feel both with her presence and with her leaving and yet here he was thinking about it. (Y/N) was gone and he wasn’t going to lie and say that he wasn’t sad to watch her leave, and that her leaving hadn’t caused this massive hole to form inside him that he hadn’t felt before not even when he was human and he didn’t know what to do with it. He had loved her, there was no use in denying it now since it wouldn’t matter in a few hours, seconds, minutes he wasn’t sure but the answer remained the same. He should have told her while he had her here, kissed her or something but no instead he held himself back to afraid of rejection to make a move, too human to tell her while he had the chance.

A soft knock at the door drew him from his thoughts and he looked up to see Kevin standing there, a sympathetic look on his face as he stepped into the room. Dean looked him over and internally cringed, he looked horrible. His skin was sickly pale, and his whole body was shaking like it was taking all of his energy to stay standing but his eyes still looked vibrant and full of life, and he was acting like he wasn’t feeling weak at all. Dean cast a glance at Sam and seeing the worsened state of his brother told him that they were getting closer to the end with every passing second.

“I’m sorry Dean.” Kevin spoke suddenly and his attention snapped back to Kevin who was giving him a sad smile.

“I’m the one that should be saying that shouldn’t I? You, Charlie, Cas, and Sam are the ones that are going to die I’m just going to be turned into a demon once this is all over.” He responded but Kevin shook his head.

“That’s not what I meant, trust me we just got done talking about all of this and we forgive you, I meant I’m sorry about what happened between you and (Y/N).” Kevin stated and Dean gave him a sad smile, holding onto what little humanity he had left as long as he had it.

“It’s fine Kevin.” Dean lied, and Kevin shook his head as he walked further into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed by Sam’s feet.

“Is it really though Dean? We all know that sometime during her stay here you fell for her, you love her and you just let her go to probably never see her again.” Kevin said and Dean sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he looked down at the ground.

“No Kevin it’s not, but does that really matter right now? I mean I won’t feel the ache of losing her anymore in a few minutes or the ache of anything so it doesn’t really matter either way.” Dean answered. Kevin opened his mouth to say something but just as he had opened his mouth Charlie suddenly ran into the room panting and looking worse for wear than Kevin did if that was possible.

“Charlie what is it? What’s wrong?” Dean asked, standing up on high alert and body tense like an actual threat could get inside the bunker.

“D-Dean did you let (Y/N) take the Impala?” Charlie panted out and Dean’s face scrunched up in confusion as he looked at her.

“Yeah and my phone, why?” He asked and a large smile spread across Charlie’s face.

“Because I saw the Impala coming down the road when me and Cas went to go close the garage door! (Y/N) is coming back! She’s coming back Dean! You can tell her now and break the curse and save us!” Charlie shouted in excitement practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Charlie are you sure that you actually saw the Impala not just some car that got turned around and lost?” Dean asked but he couldn’t help the flame of hope the ignited inside him at the thought of (Y/N) having come back to the Bunker, even if it was for her just to get her car and stuff, because this meant he had a second chance as Charlie said and he had to make sure he didn’t blow this. Charlie nodded enthusiastically and Dean pushed himself forward trying to keep the spark of hope in his chest from growing into a fire afraid that if he told (Y/N) how he felt she would reject him and they would be right back to where they were. Kevin and Charlie trailed after him and he could feel their excitement and hope radiating off of them as they walked and they had just entered the library when Cas appeared in there looking extremely worried.

“Cas, buddy, what is it?” Dean asked as he stopped walking, Kevin and Charlie coming to a stop beside him as well.

“Something's wrong, it’s not (Y/N) who’s in the driver’s seat it’s some guy.” Cas answered and Dean looked at the others in confusion. “What?” Charlie asked.

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V~

(Y/N) glared at the back of Michael’s head from where she was sat in the back seat hatred seeping off her in waves. Every couple of seconds Michael would look in the rear view mirror watching her as he drove down the street and she growled out directions, and whenever he wasn’t looking at her she would twists her wrists trying to wiggle out of the rope but to no avail.

“What the hell is this place?” Michael asked as he pulled into the garage staring out the windshield as he put the Impala in park. Out of the corner of her eye (Y/N) saw a floof of black hair and the tail end of a trench coat disappear down the hallway and quickly she looked at  Michael afraid that he had seen Cas disappear further into the bunker but judging by the still confused look on his face he hadn’t seen anything.

“I asked you a question.” Michael growled out and she glared at him through the rearview mirror.

“It’s called the bunker and I’m telling you Michael that you don’t want to do this. Just get out of the car and walk away you have no idea what’s going to happen when you walk in there.” She was trying desperately to talk some sense into him before he walked in there and got his ass handed to him.

“Yeah right, like I’m afraid of some stupid asshole named Dean, you stay here baby while I go sort this out.” Michael scuffed as he opened the door and climbed out.

“Shit.” (Y/N) hissed under her breath as Michael slammed the door closed. “Michael! Seriously! Don’t do this! You have no idea what you’re getting into!” She shouted praying that he would hear her but judging by the fact that he kept walking he hadn’t heard her at all. Cursing under her breath she looked around in the back seat desperately searching for something to cut the rope. Shimming around she maneuvered herself so that she was laying on the back seat and Dean’s phone in hand, opening the phone she turned on the flashlight looking underneath the front seat. The glint of metal caught her eye when the flashlight passed underneath the driver's side and she cursed mentally and sat up straight, accidently dropping the phone as she repositioned herself and stuck her foot underneath the seat. The tip of something pressed against the toes of her shoes and she sighed in relief at the fact that whatever the metal object was it was close enough for her to get to. Bringing her foot back she kicked it forward, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to lift her foot up enough to place her shoe on top of it and drag it back. Holding herself above her seat she looked over the front seat to see that what she had saw under the seat was in fact a knife and she smiled in satisfaction at herself at seeing the knife lying in front of the seat.

“Thank you Dean, for leaving a knife under the seat of Baby.” (Y/N) spoke to herself as she stood up as well as she could and laid herself over the back of the seat. Bringing her foot up she did her best to get it up and over the back of the seat so she was straddling it in a shaky position, taking a deep breath she grabbed a hold of the back of seat holding on tight as she tipped herself over the side. She grunted when her hip hit the roof and her back hit the seat while her feet hit the door, letting go of the back of the seat she lifted her head looking at the door making sure she hadn’t accidentally scuffed it up before she sat up in the middle of the seat. Bending back down she picked up the knife and flipped it around before carefully sawing through the ropes, it took several minutes before she finally cut through enough of the rope that she was able to shake it off. With knife in hand she threw open the driver’s side door and took off running towards the hallway.

~Dean’s P.O.V~

“There was a guy driving the Impala and from what I could see (Y/N) was sitting in the back seat and she did not look happy.” Cas rushed out, looking just as pale and deathly as Charlie and Kevin.

“But why? Why would a guy be driving Baby? Why would (Y/N) tell another person where we live? She wouldn’t even tell her own father where she was just that she was staying with a friend whenever he would ask.” Kevin asked thoroughly confused about what was happening and he was right Dean knew that. In all of the conversations that (Y/N) had had with her father she hadn’t told him anything about where she was staying or who she was staying with, she knew how important it was to them that no one find out about their curse or anything like that so why would she suddenly tell this guy where they were unless he had forced her to.

“Cas, did it look like (Y/N) was restrained at all? Or like she was just sitting in the back?” Dean asked his brow scrunched up in confusion as he tried to figure everything out.

“I’m not sure, I only got a quick look before I disappeared to the library.” Cas answered and Dean mentally cursed, looking towards the hallway that lead to the garage. He had to get down there and figure out what was going on, but first he had to make sure that Sam and the others were safe in case this guy posed a real threat to them, though he doubt it.

“Alright you guys go to Sam’s room and keep an eye on him make sure his condition doesn’t worsen, try to keep him alive as long as possible while I sort this out.” Dean stated he sighed slightly in relief when none of them protested.

“Be careful Dean, you may be a demon but you're more human now than you have been in a while one wrong wound and that could be it for you.” Charlie said as she came up and hugged him.

“I will kiddo.” He responded as he hugged her back, planting a quick kiss to the top of her head. She pulled back out of the hug and smiled up at him before running over to Cas and Kevin the three of them turning and walking down the hallway. Turning on his heel Dean made his way to the other hallway his footsteps light and quick, his body tense in case of an attack. He had just made it halfway across the war room when a man stepped out of the hallway looking extremely disgruntled and frustrated.

“Ah! You must be Dean, yes?” Dean stared at the man watching as his hand twitched slightly along with his left eye and his hair looked like he had tried to smooth it over some but hadn’t been successful. He was clearly trying to put on some sort of ruse that he was far more calm and collected than he was letting on to be. Standing up a bit straighter, Dean squared his shoulders looking him dead in the eyes seeing the raging emotions hidden underneath the calm he had put on.

“Yeah, so what if I am? Who are you?” Dean asked and he watched as a smile spread across the man's lips on of his hands moving around to his back. Dean watched him calmly knowing what he was about to pull out and already thinking of a way to get the gun out of the man’s hand.

“My name is Michael and we have some things we need to discuss.” Michael stated as he pulled out the gun aiming it at Dean, and Dean could tell that he clearly had never used a gun before because the safety was still on. Shifting a bit he took a step towards Michael not at all afraid.

“Don’t! Don’t move! Stay where you are!” Michael shouted, waving the gun around a bit as he talked and the composure surrounding him cracking.

“Alright, alright, you don’t need to have that gun pointed at me. You wanted to talk let’s talk.” He said with his hands up in the air as he stopped moving.

“Oh no you see I do need to point this gun at you because you're the reason that my darling (Y/N) no longer loves me.” Michael practically growled out and Dean’s entire body tensed at his words, confusion morphing Dean’s face.

“What do you mean I’m the reason (Y/N) no longer loves you, she never said anything about having a boyfriend.” Dean said more cracks appeared in Michael’s visage.

“Of course she didn’t, we were keeping our relationship a secret, but then you had to come along and ruin everything! Everything! Now she’s saying that she never loved me! That she never cared or me! That we were never dating! And it’s all because of you! You took everything from me! My reputation in town as to be the one person with the balls to date (Y/N) and turn her into a respectable human being and not a total weirdo!” Michael shouted still waving the gun around as he talked. The confusion inside Dean was quickly replaced with anger as he dropped his hands to his side, balling them into fists as he clenched his jaw.

“Good you don’t deserve her anyways, anyone who would want to change her from herself doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as her.” Dean growled fighting with the demon inside him who wanted nothing more than to lash out as violently as possible at Michael.

“Liar! She will never be able to do better than me! I’m going to make sure of that starting off by killing the one asshole who makes her think that she can do better than me.” Michael spoke as he raised the run again aiming at Dean doing his best to keep the gun steady as more of his composure cracked. Dean didn’t flinch when he attempted to pull the trigger only to find that he couldn’t.

“What the hell?” Michael asked himself as he pulled the gun towards him trying to figure out what was wrong with it and while he was distracted, Dean ran forward plowing into him knocking him off his feet. Michael fell to the ground with a grunt of pain, the gun clattering to the ground, sliding away from him, bending down Dean quickly picked up the gun and took a few steps back from Michael as he clicked the safety off the gun and aimed it at him.

“Here’s a tip douchebag the next time you try to threaten someone with a gun why don’t you make sure the safety is off before you make a fool of yourself.” Dean growled, his finger resting on the trigger as he watched Michael clamber back onto his feet crouching down low and breathing hard. His composure was completely destroyed now as he looked up at Dean a gleam in his eyes that meant he wasn’t done yet.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure to remember that.” Michael stated before he dove for Dean’s legs causing him to stumble back and fall his finger accidentally pulling the trigger as he fell. The bang of the gun echoed throughout the bunker as he fell to his back. Dean grunted as he pushed himself up with his elbows while Michael scrambled to the gun his eyes scanning over the bullet hole in the wall behind him. Pointing the gun back at Dean he smiled in victory his hand resting on the trigger as he watched Dean climb back onto his feet.

“Oh you really shouldn’t have done that jackass.” Dean growled his jaw clenched as he looked at Michael part of him upset that when he had accidently pulled the trigger the bullet had completely missed Michael.

“Oh yeah and why’s that?” Michael asked cockily and Dean smirked his eyes flashing black as he looked at Michael.

“Because now you’re really not going to survive this.” A sick satisfaction filled him at the fear and confusion that came across Michael’s face at the sight of Dean’s black eyes.

“W-what are you?” Michael squeaked out his voice shaking as Dean chuckled.

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V~

(Y/N) froze her body tense when she heard the gunshot echo down the hallway and for a few seconds she stood there waiting for the intense pain that usually followed the sound of a gunshot only for nothing to come. Looking around she smacked herself in the forehead for thinking that it was her the person was aiming at when there wasn’t anyone else in the hallway at the moment. She took of running after that worry filling her that it was Dean who had been shot, that maybe Michael had succeeded in his messed up plan and had killed Dean. Breaking out into the war room only to stop in her tracks as she stared at Dean and Michael. Michael had a gun pointed at Dean his entire body shaking and Dean was just standing there looking back at him a smirk on his face and his eyes completely black.

“Michael whatever you plan on doing I seriously suggest that you don’t do it.” (Y/N) spoke taking a few steps into the room as both men’s attentions whipped around to face her and she felt no fear as she looked at Dean who’s eyes returned to normal.

“What are you talking about (Y/N)?! Of course I have to shoot him! Look at him! He’s a monster!” Michael shouted as he turned back to Dean and (Y/N) felt an almost uncontrollable wave of anger crash into her at that sentence. Sure had anyone said this earlier in their relationship (Y/N) would have agreed with them saying that yes Dean was a monster, he was a demon after all, but now no she would never agree.

“He’s not a demon Michael, you are.” (Y/N) growled back and both men’s eyes widened at her sentence as they looked at her. Dean’s eyes looking at her with a softness that she  had never seen before and Michael looking like he was ready to kill her.

“What did you just call me?” Michael growled, rounding on her and she stood up straighter, squaring her shoulders and tipping her chin up not afraid of him or the gun pointed at her.

“I said you were the real monster here. Dean is more of a man than you could ever hope to be and that’s saying something considering he’s a demon.” She shot at him and her attention was solely on Michael missing the amazed look that crossed Dean’s face.

“Gah! You stupid bitch!” Michael shouted as he started walking towards her but Dean grabbed the back of his shirt violently pulling him back and throwing him across the war room and into the library. Michael grunted in pain and (Y/N) ran forward picking up the gun that he had dropped as Dean stalked towards him.

“Don’t you dare talk to her like that.” Dean growled as he bent down and grabbed the front of Michael’s clothes, picking him up off the floor he brought his fist back and punched him in the face. Quickly (Y/N) clicked the safety back on the gun and set it down on the map table before running up behind Dean.

“Dean! Stop! Stop it! He’s not worth it!” (Y/N) shouted as she grabbed ahold of Dean’s elbow when he brought it back for another punch and he stopped looking over his shoulder at her. She stared back at him not saying anything just praying that Dean would let him go afraid that he would actually kill him.

“Fine.” Dean said as he dropped Michael back to the floor where he slumped over his face bleeding heavily from his nose and mouth and she was sure that Dean had broken his nose and knocked a few teeth out of his mouth.

“Are you alright? Why did you bring him here?” Dean asked suddenly as he turned to look at her not worried about Michael getting up anytime soon, because he was in too much pain to move at the moment. (Y/N) ran her fingers through her hair a sigh escaping her as she glance back at Michael's slumped form glaring.

“I’m fine and believe me I didn’t want to but Michael threatened to kill my father, who he lied about being in the hospital by the way, if I didn’t tell him where you lived. I tried to talk him out of coming here but he’s completely lost his marbles at this point.” She explained as she looked back at Dean her body relaxing slightly in relief at seeing that Michael hadn’t managed to hurt him.

“And you want to let him live?” Dean’s eyes flashed black and she smiled softly at him.

“Yes even though I would very much like to see him dead I wouldn’t be able to live knowing that I had allowed you to kill him.” She responded and Dean’s eyes faded back to normal as he looked at her, his own smile coming across his face.

“(Y/N) I-” “Dean!” Dean spun around as he was cut off by the combined voices of Charlie, Kevin, and Cas as the three of them came running out of another hallway looking extremely worried.

“I thought I told you all to stay with Sam?” Dean asked only slightly annoyed at them suddenly showing up.

“We heard a gunshot and we thought the worse had happened to you.” Cas panted out his entire body was shaking and he was leaning against the wall looking far worse than (Y/N) had ever seen him look. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong with Cas but the horrified look that came across Charlie’s face stopped her from saying anything as she turned around to see Michael leaning against the map table a gap filled smile on his face. He clicked off the safety and aimed at Dean.

“Dean! Watch out!” (Y/N) shouted and she went to push him out of the way but she wasn’t fast enough as the ring of a gunshot rang out and the bullet flew through the air imbedding itself in Dean’s back.

“NO!” (Y/N) cried out as she watched Dean fall to his knees and the face first into the floor she fell to her knees besides him, tears stinging at her eyes as her heart clenched painfully. Grabbing Dean’s shoulder she pulled with all of her might rolling him over onto his back with a groan of pain, and she was beginning to panic she didn’t know what was going to happen. She didn’t know if he would heal and be right back on his feet or if he was actually dying, the body shaking cough that he let out answered her unasked question though as he turned his head to look at her a small smile coming to his face. (Y/N) repeatedly shook her head not wanting to believe it as tears began to slip down her cheeks as her sadness flipped on its head and turned to anger. Turning around she faced Michael who was slowly making her way towards them that same stupid gapped smile on his face.

“YOU BASTARD!” (Y/N) cried in rage as she grabbed the knife she had taken from Baby and slipped into her back pocket during the run. Grabbing it she threw it at Michael with a scream that was both rage and sadness in one, she watched it imbed in his chest and as he looked down at it in shock before falling to the ground she turned back to Dean. The anger completely disappearing as sobs racked her body and she looked down at him her eyes squeezing closed.

“No, no, no, no, no,  this isn’t happening you’re a demon you’re not supposed to be able to die from a bullet. You're not dying. You’re not.” She spoke as firmly as she could as her voice shook and she shook her head back and forth refusing to believe what was happening. She only opened her eyes when she felt Dean’s calloused hand come up to cup her cheek, his finger brushing away a few tears as he did so, and she whimpered slightly leaning into the touch and one hand coming up to grab his.

“I’m too human now my demonic abilities don’t work anymore but me dying doesn’t-” He was interrupted as he broke out in a coughing fit fighting desperately to stay alive and tell (Y/N) one more thing. “Doesn’t matter right now I need to tell you something (Y/N).” Dean rasped out and a choked sob escaped her as she stared at him watching the light drain rapidly from his eyes. She didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, so she just nodded unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

“I love you (Y/N), you made this past month one of the most enjoyable one I’ve ever had, you made me human again thank you.” Dean said and she felt Dean’s hand go slack against her cheek and she sobbed as tears streamed down her face and she gripped Dean’s hand.

“No. NO! NO! You can’t be dead! You can’t!” She shouted as she grabbed his shirt shaking him slightly a small amount of hope still inside her that he was lying and was currently faking. When she didn’t get any response she fell on top of him sobbing and her entire body shaking as she gripped his shirt.

“I-I-I l-love y-y-you too.” She hiccuped out as she squeezed her eyes shut while the sobs continued to force their way up her throat past the lump in her throat and out of her mouth, snot dripping from her nose slightly. “I-I’m s-so sorry.” She whimpered out.

She jumped back a strong gust of wind fly over her head, falling back on her butt she watched as black smoke left Dean’s body and slithered underneath him causing him to arch his back a little while other little tendrils of the black smoke broke off flying in other directions. Wiping the snot and tears from her face with her sleeve she followed the smoke with her eyes and head as it flew towards Cas, Kevin, and Charlie who were all slumped over on the floor, a single tendril circled around each of them reviving them before shooting off down the hallway. Looking back at Dean she choked out another sob, her body shaking as she saw Dean sit up with a groan and she didn’t know what to think of this. Dean stared down at his body in shock before looking up at (Y/N) a large smile goofy smile spreading across his face.

“D-Dean?” She asked hesitantly and before she could even react Dean moved forward gently grabbing her face and kissing her. His lips were a soft warm press against hers and it only took her a second for her brain to process what was going on before she was kissing back. Tears continued to fall from her eyes only they were happy tears ‘Dean was alive! He was alive! And kissing her!’ she thought as she wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck holding on for dear life.

“You love me.” Dean stated firmly as he pulled out of the kiss too soon for her liking.

“And you love me.” (Y/N) confirmed and Dean smiled that goofy grin before kissing her again and she melted into the kiss.

“WOAH WE’RE FREE!! (Y/N) BROKE THE CURSE!!!” Charlie and Kevin shouted as they jumped up from the floor cheering and clapping at the sight of Dean and (Y/N) kissing. Dean and (Y/N) pulled out of the kiss chuckling at them, using his thumbs Dean wiped away (Y/N)’s tears as he looked into her eyes. His eyes were filled with so much love that it caused a warmth to flow through her that she knew she could easily get addicted to.

“DEAN!” Dean’s head whipped around at the sound of Sam’s voice and he stood up quickly, pulling (Y/N) up with him as Sam came jogging out of the hallway only to get hugged by Kevin, Charlie, and Cas.

“Sammy!” Dean called with a happy smile as he jogged over to his brother, the other’s moving out of the way so the two brothers could hug.

“Man it’s good to see you up and walking again man.” Dean said as he hugged Sam.

“Ah yeah. Ah what happened and why is there a dead guy on the war room floor?” Sam asked and Dean stopped hugging him to turn around and look at Michael’s dead body and then at (Y/N) who was standing there awkwardly watching the scene in front of her and when she saw Dean looking between her and Michael all she did was nod answering his unasked question.

“I’ll tell you the story in a bit Sam, but first I want you to meet someone.” Dean clapped Sam on his shoulder before motioning for him to walk with him as he lead him over to (Y/N).

“Sam this is (Y/N).” Dean moved away from Sam and walked up to (Y/N) wrapping an arm around her waist as she stuck her hand out to Sam.

“It’s nice to finally get to meet you when you’re awake Sam.” She smiled at him and he shook her hand a bit hesitantly clearly confused.

“Don’t worry Sam, we’ll explain it you’ve missed quiet a bit.” Dean informed him and Sam nodded letting go of her hand.

“Clearly.” Sam stated and (Y/N) giggled slightly.

[thewritingsofafemalehunter]

Beauty and the Beast Chapter Eight

Tags: @juniorhuntersam, @clea-nightingale, @annewski, @mery-magizoologist, @nanie5

Warnings: none

Word Count: 8619

Pairings: (eventual) Dean x Reader

~A Month Later, (Y/N)’s P.O.V~

   (Y/N) panted as her feet slapped against the muddy dirt road, creating a suctioning sound as she ran her ponytail swinging behind her with every stride she took. As she ran she couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened in the past month or so. Over the past month she had gotten used to life around the bunker to the point where she had found herself putting off the act of going home because a life where she wasn’t being bothered by Michael and Zachariah constantly had certainly become her new addiction that and something else. During the past month she had found that her and Dean had been getting closer to each other, or at least she thought they were anyways. She had beung to let her guard down just a little bit more, and she had even begun to let her guard down just a little bit more around herself and enjoying his presence even. And as much as she hated to admit it, let alone think about it, she was afraid that the more time she spent with Dean the more she see seemed to be falling for him, and the more she began to see Dean as more human rather than demon which was something she couldn’t afford to do just yet. But try as she might to get these feelings to go away the wouldn’t countless times she had found herself staring at Dean just a little longer than she should have, and sometimes she’d even find that she was subconsciously actively seeking out Dean’s company. She knew, even though she still refused to admit it even to herself, that she was slowly falling for Dean and she didn’t know what to do about it.

   Shaking her head, she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind as she pushed herself to run faster as she ran around the corner the bunker coming back into sight.  She mentally cursed when she took notice of Dean leaning against the bunker door with a cup of, what she was assuming, coffee as he watched her. This had become their little morning routine ever since her wound had healed up all the way and Cas had allowed her to start physical exercise she’d begun to go for morning runs. She wasn’t doing the runs because she enjoyed running, no god no she hated running and waking up before the sun was above the trees, but the whole reason she was up and running was to keep her endurance up. Because she hadn’t been on a hunt in what seemed like forever and she was beginning to go a little stir crazy and this was the best way to work it off.    Panting she came to a stop besides Dean, bent over at the waist with her hands on her knees, her chest heaving she stared at the ground sweat dripping off her forehead and down her back. It took her a couple of minutes to get her breath back enough to talk as she stood up, kicking her leg up behind her she grabbed her ankle and stretched. Taking the coffee from Dean with her free hand she took a sip of it before letting go of her leg and passing the cup to her other hand before stretching her other leg.    “Thanks Dean.” She smiled at him and he nodded watching her for a few minutes before saying anything.    “Remind me again why you insist on going on these runs every morning? You don’t seriously like doing this do you?” Dean asked and (Y/N) shook her head before taking a rather large gulp of coffee.    “No god no, I hate being up before the sun passes the top of the trees.” She responded as she began stretching her arms as well, the coffee gripped tightly in one hand.    “Then why do you insist on doing this every morning?” Dean asked, crossing his arm over his chest in a more comfortable way than in a judge mental way.    “Because I haven’t been on a hunt in forever and this is the best way to keep up my endurance so that way the next time I’m running for my life I don’t fall over from lack of oxygen.” She stated as she finished stretching and drank some more of her coffee.    “Ah yes of course, or you know you could just go out on a hunt that would be easier.” Dean muttered and she barked out a laugh and looked at him like he was crazy.    “Oh yeah because hunting is always easier than just going out and taking a morning jog every now and again.” She stated sarcastically as they walked inside and Dean chuckled behind her.        “Alright you’ve got me there, happy?” Dean asked, closing the door behind them as they walked out onto the crow’s nest as Dean called it.    “Very.” She smiled up at him and he rolled his eyes once again. (Y/N) looked at him for just a bit longer taking in his features, his beard had grown out a bit more since she’d been here and she had to say that the beard really added to his look in a good way. Shaking her head mentally she snapped herself out of her thoughts and cleared her throat a slight blush coming to her cheeks as she averted her gaze from his face to a spot on the wall behind him.    “Ah right, well I’m going to go take a shower and clean myself of this stink.” She muttered awkwardly before practically running down the stairs and out of sight.

~Dean’s P.O.V~

   Dean stood outside of the bunker leaning against the door of the bunker a slightly cool breeze ruffling his hair as he held the cup of coffee in one hand, the other in his pocket. He didn’t fully understand what he was doing outside with a cup of coffee waiting for (Y/N) run around the corner and up to the bunker. He knew why he was doing, he was doing it because it was a routine he had developed with (Y/N). She would go for morning runs for god knows whatever reason that was and he would come outside a couple of minutes before she got back with a freshly made cup of coffee just the way she liked it. That was another thing he didn’t fully understand he knew exactly how she liked her coffee from how much cream she put in it to how much sugar she put in it and everything in between, and he wasn’t entirely sure when it had been that he had picked that little tide bit of information up but he was sure that he enjoyed seeing the way her eyes lit up when he handed over the cup of coffee when she got back. Just the thought of her eyes lighting up that way caused a small smile to form on his face as he pictured it in his head.    That was something he had begun to notice whenever he managed to make (Y/N) smile, even if it was the smallest smile, he felt this weird feeling in his stomach at the sight of it and he usually found it hard for him to not smile back at her. In fact it was just having her around him that caused that weird feeling in his stomach that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get rid of said feelings or somehow enhance them if that was possible. He was sure though that (Y/N) was the main cause for those feelings and that whenever he was around her he found himself moving with a sort of carefulness so as not to scare her or make her hate him. Shaking his head he stopped that train of thought before it could get any farther and pushed it to the back of his mind as he saw (Y/N) race around the corner like she was being chased by a wendigo. Pushing himself off the wall he saw a small smile appear on her face when she noticed him standing there with her coffee. Wordlessly he handed her coffee as she came to a stop in front of him her chest heaving and sweat beading down her forehead.    “Thanks Dean.” (Y/N) panted out as she took the cup of coffee from him and began to stretch. He just silently nodded in response to busy trailing his eyes over her body as she stretched to pay much attention to forming words. Mentally he smacked himself and told himself to stop staring at her, after one more look over he pulled his gaze away from her body and focused on her face. That was something else that Dean now found himself doing, whenever (Y/N) would walk into a room or stretch for after a run he always found himself staring at her, his eyes raking over her in a way that he wasn’t unfamiliar with. It was the same way he would usually stare at a busty bartender or waitress, not the way he would have expected himself to start looking at (Y/N).  He was now mentally kicking himself for letting himself get distracted by his thoughts again.    “Remind me again why you insist on going on these runs every morning? You don’t seriously like doing this do you?” Dean asked to get rid of the silence that had formed between them.    “No god no, I hate being up before the sun passes the top of the trees.” She responded while passing the cup of coffee to her other hand and stretching her other leg. Dean’s body tensed slightly as he watched her wobble a little before gaining her balance and continuing her stretch.    “Then why do you insist on doing this every morning?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest in a comfortable manner as he leaned back against the wall still watching her as she stretched her arms next.    “Because I haven’t been on a hunt in forever and this is the best way to keep up my endurance so that way the next time I’m running for my life I don’t fall over from lack of oxygen.” She replied just a little sassily and Dean smirked.    “Ah yes of course, or you know you could just go out on a hunt that would be easier.” He asked already knowing her answer but also not being able to resist messing with her in just the tiniest way. Plus the little laugh that she let out at that was like a sweet melody to his ears, and he was so going to to smack himself later for acting like such a chick flick.    “Oh yeah because hunting is always easier than just going out and taking a morning jog every now and again.” She replied back sarcastically as she began making her way inside and he chuckled mentally while he pushed himself off the wall and followed her.    “Alright, you got me there, happy?” He asked as the door closed behind him with a loud bang and then the second door as they stepped out onto the crow’s nest. (Y/N) spun around to face him a large smile on her face as she looked at him, and he felt that weird sensation in the pit of his stomach once again .    “Very.” They stared at each other for a few seconds. Dean’s eyes trained fully on (Y/N)’s (e/c) ones watching as she scanned his face and he was finding it hard to not smile in a cocky manner as he watched a faint blush creep across her cheeks. He was also finding it hard to not reach out and brush the strand of hair that had fallen into her face out of the way the longer he stared at her. Luckily right before he gave in to that urge whatever (Y/N) had been thinking about she had managed to snap herself out of it and looked away from him focusing on something behind her. A small smile came to his face when he saw her blush darken just slightly.    “Ah right, well I’m going to go take a shower and clean myself of this stink.” She mumbled out before taking off down the stairs and disappearing down the hall. Dean watched her leave, his eyes trailing over her body as she ran away. He couldn’t help but think of how cute she looked with that little blush on her face and how she had awkwardly run off after starring at him.    Pushing those thoughts to the side he began walking down the stairs, his boots making a heavily muted clang with each step. He had just reached the bottom step when Kevin came running out of the hallway (Y/N) had just disappeared down looking deathly pale and even more terrified.    “What is it Kevin?” Dean asked.    “It’s Sam.” Kevin puffed out and Dean didn’t think before he was running down the hallway with Kevin trailing behind him unable to keep up with his much longer strides. He burst into the room a moment later. Cas was standing over Sam, his hand glowing a dull blue where it was pressed against Sam’s forehead, Charlie stood on the other side of the bed biting her nails and watching the scene in front of her nervously and in clear distress. Dean’s eyes traveled from Charlie to Sam who still laid immobile on the bed but something was clearly wrong. Sam’s skin was a deathly pale, his cheeks were sunken, and the silence between the beeps on the heart monitor seemed to stretch out more and more like what Cas was doing wasn’t making any difference. He felt his shoulders slump just slightly as he stared at Sam worry taking center stage in his mind as he stepped into the room and up to the foot of the bed.    “What happened? Cas what’s going on?” Dean asked his gaze never leaving Sam.        “Sam’s getting worse and we don’t know why it’s happening.” Charlie answered, not looking away from Sam either, her tone betraying just how scared and worried she was.    “Well can’t you heal him Cas?” Dean asked finally looking away from Sam and at Cas.    “What do you think I’ve been doing Dean? It’s not working.” Cas snapped, his tone betraying how frustrated he was. Dean clenched his jaw to stop himself from snapping back at Cas, his eyes flashing black momentarily, because as much as he wanted to snap back at Cas he knew that fighting right now wasn’t going to help his brother.    “Alright fine, then how about why it’s not working then?” There was a slight growl in Dean’s tone.    “I don’t know Dean, I’m trying but the witch’s curse must be doing something to block my powers from healing Sam.” Cas stated seemingly a little breathless as he dropped his hand from Sam’s forehead. He stood standing for a full thirty seconds before suddenly crumpling to the floor in a sweaty mess.    “Cas!” The three of them shouted as Dean rushed forward. He hauled Cas back up on to his feet and he stood on shaky legs long enough for Dean to grab a nearby chair and position it behind him before collapsing into it, his hands shaking.    “Cas what was that?” Kevin asked all of them looking at him in worry.    “Yeah man what the hell was that all about?” Dean asked, concern in his tone as he looked Cas over making sure he wasn’t about to pass out suddenly.    “The witch’s curse is getting worse, it’s getting stronger.” Cas answered and Dean’s attention was drawn back to Cas’ shaking hands and he shared a worried look with the others.    “Cas what do you mean it’s getting stronger?” Kevin asked his fingers tapping against his thigh lightly.    “I mean that Sam may only have a few more days to live, I could feel the curse moving inside Sam eating away at his life getting stronger and stronger the more it grows. I’m afraid that once the curse claims Sam it’ll move on to the rest of us only it’ll claim us faster apparently the curse has decided that it’s time to finish what the witch started.” Cas explained, his hands having stopped shaking sometime during his explanation.    “So that means Dean has a limited time frame to break the curse now.” Charlie added on and the three of them looked at Dean, only Dean wasn’t looking at them. He was staring at Sam his mind racing a mile a minute trying to find a possible way around the curse but this was something he had been trying to figure out ever since the curse had first been casted, and no matter what he was still coming up with nothing.    “Son of a bitch.” Dean growled more to himself than to the others, his hands clenching into fists as he glared at the wall above Sam’s head.    “What are we going to do?” Kevin asked glancing at the others.    “Dean knows what he needs to do.” Cas stated and Dean’s gaze snapped towards him his eyes hardening.    “No. Forget about it.” Dean growled at them but his words went ignored.    “Maybe we should tell (Y/N), she can help us.” Charlie suggested and Dean’s attention snapped towards Charlie the glare still present on his face., his lips curling into an almost snarl.    “No! Forget about it you three! No one is telling (Y/N) anything!” His tone meant it was final but neither Charlie or Kevin or Cas was going to treat it as final especially Charlie.    “What?! Why not Dean?! She can help!” Charlie defended and Dean rolled his eyes, annoyance clear on his face mixed with anger because he didn’t want to have this same argument once again for the millionth time.    “No she can’t Charlie! You know why?! Because she would never love me!” Dean shouted mixed with a growl and everyone’s eyes eyes widened including Dean’s. He didn’t understand why that blatantly obvious fact had caused this constricting feeling in his chest as he thought about that fact. An awkward silence quickly filled the room the longer no one said something and Dean refused to look at any of them.    “You don’t know that Dean.” Charlie whispered and Dean shook his head.    “Yes I do Charlie. Now no one mentions this to (Y/N) do you understand?” Dean stated more than asked and there was a moment of hesitation before they all nodded.    “Good, now I’m going to go get some more IV for Sam and some more food for us we’re running out. Not a word about this to (Y/N).” Dean warned once more before turning around and walking out of the room. Once he got far enough away from the room he stopped walking and fell back against the wall, sighing he ran his fingers through his hair and stared down at the floor. His mind was racing once again with a thousand different ways to get around the curse but every time he started to think about breaking the curse his mind kept going back to (Y/N). Sighing once again he pushed himself off the wall and continued to the garage deciding that he would buy some more lore books while he was out to hopefully get his mind off of the (Y/N) solution and on something different.

~Michael’s P.O.V~

   Michael paced around his kitchen, his hair ruffled and messy from running his fingers through it one to many times, destroying the calm and collected look that he had spent years building. He was going mad. He has been spending the last month thinking about where the hell (Y/N) could be, so far he hadn’t been able to think of any possible place as to where she could be. There hadn’t been a hint of (Y/N) in town at all in the past month, no one had seen hide not tail of her no one except her father or at least he acted like it anyways. He walked around town, on the rare occasions that the crazy old man actually left his house, like he had just seen his daughter. He answered the odd question about (Y/N) here and there, and he had so far excellently answered all of Michael’s questions that he had asked. This all of course had made him extremely suspicious of the old man, but after a day of standing outside his house watching him carefully he had determined that the old man wasn’t hiding (Y/N) somewhere inside the house. Which ultimately left Michael back at square one and even more frustrated than he had been before.    Zachariah sat at the the island watching Michael pace around the kitchen not at all understanding why his friend was so obsessed over one chick who clearly didn’t care for him at all when there were plenty of other girls around town that did. He rolled his eyes as he watched Michael pace back and he threw out a sigh when he heard Michael muttering something under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair once again.    “Dude will you just give it a rest already? You’re never going to find (Y/N) and she’s never going to want to date you so why don’t you give up already and move on.” Zachariah grumbled and Michael whipped around to face him glaring at him, his hands clenched in fists.    “No! I will not give up! (Y/N) will be mine! I don’t care what you or her father think! She loves me! I will have her!” Michael snarled at Zachariah whose hands flew up into the air in surrender hoping that his friend wouldn’t suddenly attack him. Zachariah looked his friend in the eye and he could see the madness swirling in his eyes hiding underneath the anger, he internally shook his head knowing that there would be no use fighting with his friend at this point.    “Alright fine so you’ll get (Y/N) to date and marry you, but you have to find her first so how are you going to do that?” Zachariah asked and Michael seemed to calm down a little as he went back to pacing.    “I don’t know but that old man of her’s does we just have to find a way to get a thim.” Michael muttered more to himself as he paced forth and Zachariah rolled his eyes once again.    “You said that last time and then we ended up not doing anything but bothering the old man for weeks on end.” Zachariah responded and Michael came to a stop as he looked at Zachariah. Michael stared at Zachariah not saying anything and his face completely blank which was starting to freak Zachariah out. Michael had just figured out how (Y/N)’s old man was so in touch with his daughter.    “He calls her that’s it!” Michael suddenly exclaimed causing Zachariah to jump a little, nearly falling off the chair at his friend's sudden outburst. He went back to pacing as Zachariah straightened himself out on his chair.    “What are you getting on about? No he’s not. In case you’re forgetting we tried that already and we were told that the person we were trying to reach could not be reached because her phone was out of service, remember?” Zachariah asked worried that his friend had lost more of his sanity than he originally thought he had.    “No no no, the old man is contacting her by phone I know it. She must have a phone that gets service wherever she is and only he knows the number. That’s it! We have to get the old man’s phone!” Michael said his eyes gleaming in victory as he stopped pacing and looked at Zachariah.    “Alright, let’s say you're right how do you plan on getting the phone from him and getting around the shotgun that he has? And how do you plan on keeping (Y/N) on the phone?” Zachariah asked afraid that his friend may have finally lost it going by the insane gleam in his eyes.    “Why we just go in and take it of course, all that old man does all day is sit in the living room at his desk all we have to do is sneak inside tie him up and take his phone and shotgun from him easy.” He explained feeling like his plan would work out perfectly and he would have the old man's phone in a matter of minutes. Zachariah on the other hand wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic about this plan as Michael was.    “Alright and how exactly do you plan on keeping (Y/N) on the phone?” Zachariah asked and a devilish smile came across Michael’s face.    “Simple, I get (Y/N) on the phone and then I tell her that there’s been some sort of accident and her dad is seriously hurt and she come running to save poor daddy easy.” Michael rubbing his hands together and Zachariah nodded.    “Michael I think you’ve finally lost it.” Zachariah stated but Michael waved him off as he combed his fingers through his hair, returning his calm and collected look.    “Whatever Zachariah. Are you with me or are you against me on this?” Michael asked his composer calm and calculating nothing like the mess of a man he had just been seconds before. Sighing Zachariah slipped of the stool and onto his feet as he looked at Michael nodding.    “Yeah sure let’s get this over with.” Zachariah muttered and Michael nodded a smirk spreading across his face.    “Then let’s go my friend.” Michael stated as he led the way out of the house. Zachariah hesitated for just a second before following after Michael knowing that he was in for a world of trouble but also not wanting to leave his friend to do this on his own.

~(Y/N)’s P.O.V~

   (Y/N) huffed to herself as she placed her hands on her hips and looked around the library, she had just come from the kitchen for the third time in the past three hours. She had spent a good chunk of her morning after her run and shower searching the bunker for the others only to not have found them and she had checked every where, even in the hidden room in one of the file rooms that no one had told her about. So far she hadn’t found any of them despite checking the entire place three times now afraid that maybe she had just missed them by a few seconds but sadly that hadn’t been the case. Sighing she ran her fingers through her hair and looked one more time around the library. She knew there was one more place that she hadn’t looked which was Sam’s room, but the only times she had ever been in there was when Dean was in there and she knew that Dean wasn’t hear since she checked the garage and the Impala was missing. With another sigh she decided that she would go check Sam’s room because unless the others were magically able to leave all of a sudden that’s where they would be.    Walking down the hallway to Sam’s room she now noticed how eerily quiet the bunker was when the others weren’t running around cleaning or doing something random yet fun, and if she was being honest it kind of creeped her out at how quiet it could get. Her footsteps echoed off the walls of the hallway and she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise like there was something watching her. Shaking her head she dismissed how crazy that was and how she was the only other human to ever get into the bunker in there first place. There was no one watching her, she was just freaking out for no reason.    She came to a stop in front of Sam’s room and she stared at the door for a few minutes, hearing hushed voices on the other side. Shaking her head at how stupid she had been to not check here first she opened the door and the room fell silent except for the beeping of the heart monitor which sounded off to her.    “Here you guys are, I’ve been looking for you guys every where.” She stated as she looked around at all of them the smile that had spread across her face quickly falling when she saw them all. All of them looked extremely worried and just a little bit pale as they looked at her with sad eyes, though Charlie made a valiant effort to fake a smile as she looked at (Y/N).        “Hey (Y/N), yeah sorry we’ve been sort of busy talking about stuff, anyways who wants lunch? I know I do, I’m starving.” Charlie tried to pretend like nothing was wrong but (Y/N) could see right through the facade it was one that she had used one to many times to not recognize it on someone else. (Y/N) blocked the door when Charlie stood up to attempt to leave the room and act like she was just going to brush off what was wrong.    “Charlie what’s wrong?” She asked and Charlie cast a nervous glance back at the Cas and Kevin who shared the same amount of nervousness on their own faces.    “Nothing's wrong (Y/N) why do you think something is wrong?” Charlie asked looking back at her trying to look like she wasn’t obviously lying. (Y/N)’s eyes traveled around the room, she figured that if something was wrong and they had been in here all day that it had to be something in here, and the machines looked like they were running fine and nothing was wrong with the walls so that left…...Sam. Her eyes widened at the realization and her eyes snapped to Sam and fell open in shock a little at what she saw, her hand went up instinctively when she looked at him and she stepped into the room.    “Ah (Y/N), come on you need to leave you can’t be in here, Dean will kill you. Come on let’s go.” Charlie said making to grab (Y/N)’s wrist and pull her out of the room but she twisted out of the way before she could and moved to stand at the end of Sam’s bed. She couldn’t believe what she was looking at, Sam looked so much worse than he had the last time she had seen him which was last week. Last week he had looked healthy and like he would wake up at any minute and just walk right out of the room, but now he looked like death was two inches away from him and the slightest breeze could kill him.    “What happened to Sam? What’s wrong with him?” She asked looking away from Sam and turned around to face the others. Who for a long moment just stared at her not saying anything before a collective sigh rang out through the room.    “I knew this was going to happen, I knew we should have just told you from the beginning.” Charlie muttered more to herself than to (Y/N) and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow looking at them.    “What are you talking about? Will someone please tell me what’s going on with Sam and where the hell Dean is.” (Y/N) stated more than asked and again all three of them sighed before any of them answered.    “Years ago, about ten give or take, Sam and Dean were out on your routine witch hunt.” Cas started off and Kevin picked up.    “But something went wrong the witch was more powerful than either of them had thought her too be and when they went to confront her she incapacitated Dean, distracted Sam upstairs, and cast a curse on all of us.” Kevin added before Charlie took control.    “Her curse turned Dean into a demon, put Sam in a never ending coma, and trapped all of us hear inside the Bunker. The only one who can leave is Dean the rest of us are trapped here.” Charlie explained.    “The reason you don’t have any service here and the reason we don’t have any working laptops either is because of the curse as well it destroys all the electronics and keeps all other humans out of the bunker. Dean’s the only one with a working phone and you're the only other human who has ever gotten past the curse.” Kevin stated.    “So that’s what you guys were talking about the first day I arrived here?” (Y/N) asked. Her head was swimming just slightly from the brief amount of information that she had been given, she had never heard of a curse that had been cast that could physically affect people the way this one di-was doing. But she also didn’t understand why Dean had never told her about this in all of their late night conversations, she thought that they had gotten closer but apparently they didn’t and she didn’t know why that fact caused a pain in her chest. Mentally shaking her head she dislodged herself from those thoughts, feeling a small ball of anger form in her chest at the fact that Dean hadn’t told her.    “Yes that’s what we were talking about.” Cas confirmed and (Y/N) nodded. The ball of anger growing just slightly the longer she thought about how she was just now finding out now and that none of them had told her earlier. She could have helped them, she had connections that they might not have had, someone out there probably knows something about curses like this.    “Is there anyway to break the curse that you guys know about?” She asked, slipping into hunting mode to hopefully get rid of some of her anger. There was another moment of silence as they all looked at one another before focusing on (Y/N) again.    “No not that we know of there isn’t a way to break the curse, we just have to rid it out or kill the witch that casted it but she’s gone in the wind, has been since the day she casted it.” Cas stated firmly and (Y/N) opened her mouth to say something else but before she could Dean’s voice rang out down the hallway. She was in motion before she had time to process what she was actually doing and why she was doing it. She wasn’t so much as angry as she was upset with Dean for not telling her the truth earlier and for making the others keep it from her, sure when she had first arrived the thought of helping any of them wasn’t the first thing on her mind. But still if they had told her that they were trapped here because of a curse and shown her proof that they were she would have gladly tried to help them in anyway that she could, but the fact that Dean deliberately chose to keep this information from her after everything that they had shared about each other's lives it upset her to the point where it could be anger.    She stalked into the library, Charlie and the others hot on her heels afraid that a fight might go down and that they would need to step in and stop it.    “Why didn’t you tell me?” (Y/N) asked a fierce look in her eyes and her hands on her hips as she watched Dean set down a lunch cooler on the library table. He shot and annoyed look over (Y/N)’s head at the others who gave him sheepish smiles in return.    “What are you talking about?” Dean asked his eyes focusing on (Y/N) who found the fact that his voice was neutral to be incredibly annoying.    “They told me about the curse Dean, why didn’t you tell me about the curse?” She asked her arms crossing over her chest while Dean glared at the others.    “You told her about the curse?” Dean practically growled and (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him.    “It’s not their fault Dean, I made them.” She stated but her statement went unnoticed by the four of them as Charlie rushed to defend them.    “We had to Dean! She found us in Sam’s room and she asked what was wrong with him we couldn’t lie to her and tell her it was nothing, she would have known we were lying.” Charlie defended and (Y/N) opened her mouth to say something but Dean started speaking before she could.    “How could you tell her about the curse?! I-” “SHUT UP!!” (Y/N) cutting Dean off before he could finish which caused him to look at her in surprise. She glared up at him and was tempted to stomp her foot like a child as she glared at him but thought better of it.    “Don’t ignore me Winchester, I hate it when people do that. And don’t blame them Dean I’m the one who forced them to tell me what was wrong with Sam because you didn’t tell me that he was getting worse, why was that anyways?” She asked, her hip popping out slightly in a sassy way as she squinted at Dean.    “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t see a reason to tell you.” Dean responded his voice still annoyingly calm to her because she was so upset and angry by this.    “I could have helped you! That’s enough reason to do it right there!” She shouted and Dean rolled his eyes.    “You can’t help us (Y/N).” Dean stated firmly his hands clenching at his sides and his voice still annoyingly calm.    “How do you know that Dean?! I have connections that you don’t have! I can help!” She shouted and she heard Charlie and the others back up a few steps while she watched Dean’s eyes flash black. And oddly satisfied feeling came across her at having gotten Dena to at least be a tiny bit angry like she was.    “No (Y/N)! You can’t help! I don’t know what sort of connections you have you still can’t help us and that’s final! Got it!” Dean shouted back.    “No it’s not final! I can help Dean! There has to be someone out there who knows how to break this thing!” She shouted.    “NO! Will you give it a rest already?! Just drop it! You're not helping! You can’t help! And if you try to help it is only going to end in disaster!” Dean yelled his eyes black as he glared at her.    “And why not!?” She yelled back and her hands clenching at her sides.    “Because you can’t (Y/N) there are things you don’t understand about this whole situation.” Dean was back to being calm and (Y/N) huffed.    “Then help me understand.” She pleaded, desperate to help them get out of here and save Sam from dying.    “No (Y/N)! Just stop it already! God why are you so annoying?!” Dean lashed out and she stood there for a few minutes, the room so silent you could hear Sam’s heart monitor beeping down the hall. She stared at Dean for a few minutes, feeling her heart clench at his words, and without saying anything she spun on her heel and stalked out of the library as quickly as possible without making it seem like she was running away. She didn’t stop slow down until she got to her room where she slammed the door closed as hard as possible, the loud bang echoing down the halls. Pressing her back against the door she slid down it until her butt hit the floor with a soft thump; she breathed in shaky breath while running her hand through her hair, she could feel hot tears sting at her eyes as she dropped her head back to stare at the ceiling.    (Y/N) blinked several times to stop the tears from going any further while she brought her knees up and hugged them against her chest. She didn’t understand why she was getting so emotional over what Dean said, sure she thought that they were getting close, but now that she actually thought about it the only reason they were probably getting close was because she hadn’t left yet and Dean had decided to be civil. She let out a shaky breath while dropping her head to rest on her knees, a small piece of her saying that the conclusion she had just come to was completely wrong.

~A few hours later~

   Sighing (Y/N) uncurled herself from where she was laying on her bed and slipped on her shoes before standing up and walking out of her room. Silently she padded down the hallway, the only reason she had gotten up at all was because her stomach had decided to grumble and give her hunger pains that she could no longer ignore. Sighing she shoved her hands into her pockets and walked out into the library only to stop walking immediately. Before her sat a scene very similar to the one that had occurred a month ago only it was different. Now though the only lights that were one were the lamps on the table and candles that had been lit around the room on other tables (being kept far away from the books which (Y/N) suspected had something to do with the other three) and there was soft music playing in the background. Dean stood next to the table that was set up with a white tablecloth and candles with two steaming plates of spaghetti which surprised (Y/N) a little because there was no way he could have know that she was going to be coming out at this time. As she took a few more tentative steps into the library playing with the sleeves of her sweatshirt so that they came down to cover her fidgety hands she looked Dean over. He was standing there with his hands awkwardly clasped behind his back and in the same clothes that he had been wearing earlier only he looked like he had cleaned up just a little.    “Was….Was all of this Charlie’s idea again?” She asked gesturing weakly to the entire room.    “No actually it wa smy idea. Dena responded and her mouth fell open out of shock as she looked at him in surprise. Not in a million years would she have expected big bad demon Dean Winchester to do something sweet and a bit romantic.    “Dean are you shitting me here and just taking all the credit?” She asked as she took a few more tentative steps towards Dean who seemed to visibly relax when he saw that she wasn’t about to turn around and bolt out of here. Truth is that while she was still a little hurt over what had been said and how she had made a big deal out of nothing and didn’t really want to be around him at the moment, her curiosity was getting the better of her at the moment.    “No I’m not (Y/N) and if you’d like you can go ask Charlie yourself she’s sitting in the kitchen right now to see how this all goes.” Dean responded a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at her and she smiled back at him.    “I have no doubt about that, but ah what is all of this for then?” She asked and Dean’s eyes widened in realization as if he was now just suddenly remembering what was going on here and he sprung into action.        “Oh right! Well you see I wanted to apologize to you for acting like a dick to you for not only a couple of hours ago but for the first two weeks you had been staying here and any time in between.” His tone was betraying how nervous he was as he brought his hand up and rubbed the back of his neck a little and (Y/N) smiled at him.    “Are you sure Charlie didn’t put you up to this?” She asked as she fully walked up to him and he rolled his eyes in a teasing manner.    “I’m sure although her, Kevin, and Cas reprimanding me after our little fight today certainly did help with me coming to that realization that I should apologize to you.” Dean stated and she was pretty sure the smile on her face was now going to be permanently stuck to her face.    “Well apology accepted and as far as apologies go this has been the best one I’ve ever gotten.” She stated and Dean laughed a little at that the sound filling her with a sense of warmth that she’d never felt before.    “Thanks, well care to eat now?” He asked and once the question was out of his mouth her stomach emitted it’s loudest growl yet that caused Dean to laugh once more while (Y/N) blushed in embarrassment.    “You know I think that would be a good idea.” She stated as she quickly sat down, staring at her plate to hide her blush while Dean sat across from her smiling in true amusement.    They ate in silence for a few minutes, both of them just enjoying each other's company as they did so, (Y/N) already having started to forget the final words exchanged of their fight. She had gotten halfway through her plate when Dean suddenly cleared his throat causing her to look up at him as he stood up and held out his hand.    “Care to dance?” He asked and an even larger smile than earliers spread across her face as she took his hand and stood up herself. She watched as Dean pulled a remote from his pocket and turned up the volume on the stereo just a little bit before pulling her away from the table and up against him as they slowly began to dance.    “You know I can not believe this, I never pictured you to be the kind of guy to just randomly start slow dancing with a girl before.” She spoke softly as they danced and Dean chuckled while pulling her closer.    “Well usually I’m not but for you I think I’ll make an exception.” Dean was actually smiling a real honest to god smile at the moment and she couldn’t believe that it was a smile directed at her and caused by her. She could feel the warm feeling in her chest growing as she wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck and together they just danced. Both of them enjoying having the other in their arms even if the other didn’t like them back. (Y/N) found herself staring into Dean’s eyes watching the little flecks of gold hidden in his eyes dance in the candlelight, and it was this moment in time that she knew she would remember forever and that there was never going to be another moment to top this one. A small content smile was on her face as her eyes finally left Dean’s and trailed down to his plush cupid bow lips that she was incredibly tempted to kiss right now but was somehow managing to hold herself back as well.    Suddenly their peaceful dancing was interrupted by the shrill ringing of Dean’s phone and the two stopped dancing, both of them wearing similarly annoyed looks on their faces as he pulled out his phone and she went to turn down the volume.    “(Y/N) it’s your dad.” Dean responded holding out the phone to her and her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn’t been expecting her father to call he had said that he was going to be busy with other hunters for the rest of the week and that he might not get a chance to call her the last time they had talked this morning.    “That’s weird.” She muttered as she took the phone and answered the call. “Hey dad what’s up?” She asked looking at Dean who was standing by patiently.    “(Y/N)? Oh thank god you answered! I wasn’t sure if this was your number or not.” Michael’s worried and panicky tone of voice spilled out from the phone and the peace and serenity that she had gotten from dancing with Dean was suddenly thrown out the window by annoyance.    “Michael how the hell did you get my father’s phone?” She growled out and out of the corner of her eyes she caught Dean’s slightly confused and hurt expression before it was covered up by an unreadable mask.    “That doesn’t matter right now (Y/N)! There’s been an accident involving your father! They’re rushing him to the hospital right now and it’s really bad (Y/N) you need to hurry home right now they don’t think he’ll make it.” Michael’s tone remained the same. (Y/N) felt her shoulders sag and her heart stop beating for a moment as hot tears pricked at her eyes.    “What accident? Michael what happened to my dad?” She had to fight with herself to keep her voice from breaking as she wrapped an arm around her midsection hugging herself.    “I’ll explain it all to you once you get here.” Michael said a hint of urgency filling making an appearance in his voice.    “Alright, alright, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” And with that she hung up Dean’s phone before Michael could say anything else and she looked up at Dean who was looking at her purely in concern.    “What’s wrong (Y/N)?” He asked and she assumed that he was assuming the worse of what might have happened just as much as she was.    “My dad was in an accident but I don’t know what type of accident and I just…...I just need to get the hospital. I need to get to the hospital.” She said as she ran her fingers through her hair and went to start running back to her room to get her car keys. She felt like if she didn’t get moving now she would break down and start crying.    “Are you fit to drive (Y/N)?” Dean asked as he gently grabbed her wrist before she could walk away and pulled her back to him and she nodded, wiping away the tear that was building there.    “Yeah yeah I’ll be fine I just need to go, I need to get there, I have paperwork I’m going to have to fill out. I need to go.” She was muttering more to herself than to Dean but he nodded as he reached into his pants pockets and pulled out the keys to the Impala and handed her his phone.    “Then here take the Impala and my phone.” Dean said as he shoved the things into her hands and she opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off before she could. “No you taking it. That’s final. You need to get to your father and it’ll only waste your time running back to your room and grabbing your stuff, now go.” Dean stated as he gave her a gentle shove towards the garage. (Y/N) turned around and quickly hugged Dean as tightly as she could.    “Thank you Dean.” She whispered in his ear before she took off running to the garage.