It was the first time in a long time that you could remember waking up refreshed, and energized. Your body wasn't as sore, your mind no longer foggy and dull. The blanket might be scratchy against your skin, but you still reveled in the fact that you could cuddle under it, nobody banging on the door, or the threat of a Demon barging through your door at any moment.

Stretching, you wondered if it would be possible to stay in bed all day. You had never been one to laze about, but it seemed like the perfect thing to do today. To lay in bed, forgetting about everything that happened, and everything that was in your way now. You knew it was the cowards way out, but it sounded so good.

"Y/N, you awake?" Came Sam's voice through the door, and you knew that your idea of laying in bed was a no go. 

Sighing, you scooted your pillows up, before leaning against the plain wooden headboard. "Yeah, come on in."

He opened the door, and immediately you could smell the rich aroma of the coffee in his hand, along with the sickening sweet smell of the cinnamon roll on the plate in his other hand.

"Wait, did I die and go to heaven? Since when have we had cinnamon rolls in the bunker?" You asked, accepting both items, breathing in the intoxicating aromas. Taking a huge bite out of the cinnamon roll, you started moaning as the taste assaulted your senses.

Sam just chuckled at you, amused with how much you were like Dean. "I figured you could use a treat. I picked them up on my run this morning. Dean's already eaten three." He explained, before perching on the edge of your bed. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Taking a sip of the scalding liquid to wash the roll down, you waited a moment to answer. "So much better. I don't feel sore, and as if the entire word is out to get me."

"Great, now get that lazy ass out of bed, shower, and come join me in the library." Sam teased, but you could tell he was happy that you were doing much better. The stress of the last few days had really brought the two of you closer together. You had always been close friends, but you felt even closer than before to the human Moose.

You didn't answer him, instead you shoved another huge bite of the cinnamon roll in your mouth, deciding a second one was worth getting out of bed for. Throwing the covers off, you decided to forgo the shower in favor of getting another roll before Dean ate them all. Throwing on a pair of jeans, you slipped on a sweatshirt and grabbed your now empty coffee cup. 

Opening the door, you moved down the hallway, a spring in your step, the lure of the cinnamon roll too good to pass up. Bypassing the empty library, you walked right into the kitchen, where the smell of more cinnamon rolls and fresh coffee awaited you. You were so intent on your quest, that at first you didn't know you weren't alone.

The clearing of a throat quickly made you aware of that fact, and your eyes scanned the room, until you landed on Dean. He currently had a cup of coffee half way raised to his lips, a half eaten cinnamon roll in front of him on the table. His eyes wide, he waited to see what your next move would be. You stood frozen for a moment, fighting your urge to run away. You knew it was what he expected, but you didn't want to be that girl anymore. He wasn't that Demon, and you knew the both of  you were punishing him for something he had no control over.

Forcing yourself to move, you ignored your increased heart rate, and acted as if everything was somewhat normal. Filling your coffee cup, grabbing another cinnamon roll from the container on the counter. The entire time you felt his eyes on you, the weight exciting you but at the same time unnerving you.

You knew sitting at the table would be too much to ask of yourself. So, instead you turned, and leaned against the counter. Dean's eyes were still glued to you, the coffee cup still suspended in the air. "Hi Dean." You said softly, trying to break the tension that was coating the room.

It was then Dean finally looked away from you, taking a sip of his coffee before setting it back down on the table. "Hi, Y/N." He replied, his voice soft and unsure, not something you usually heard from Dean.

The two of you stayed silent, both eating your cinnamon rolls in an awkward silence, each one not sure what to do next. It was Dean who tried again, once his plate was empty. "So, how are you?"

You swallowed your last bite before answering. "A lot better, thanks to you and Sam. If I hadn't been so stubborn..." You started, but the look on Dean's face stopped you.

"It wasn't me. It was my fault you were that way in the first place. You should be thanking Sam and Cas. I don't deserve it." Dean told you, self hatred dripping from his words.

You couldn't let it rest. "No Dean, it wasn't you, it was the Demon. Don't forget that. I don't." You reminded him, hoping it would finally get through that thick skull of his.

Standing up, he noticed the flinch that you had no control over, and you watched as the muscle in his jaw clenched. "Yeah but the Demon was still me. And all of those memories? Trapped in here, tormenting me." He told you, tapping the side of his head, staying on the far side of the table, trying to give you your much needed space.

Forcing your body to relax, you took a step towards him, noticing his surprise. "I know how hard it can be, I have a lot of horrible memories tormenting me night and day too. But maybe together, we can work through them, help each other out?" You suggested, your body still a little tense from the close proximity.

Dean scoffed at your suggestion. "How? You can hardly stand to be in the same room as me. I move, and you flinch. You might say that you know it wasn't all me, but your body doesn't agree. And I don't blame it. What I did to you, at that motel room, and here? It's killing me inside, and I wonder how you can even stand to look at me!" He told you, before storming out the kitchen door, just as Sam came through, not even giving you a chance to respond.