"It will always be Amara." Dean taunted, his arms wrapped around her, his gaze full of loathing and pity. And it was directed directly at you.

"Dean, she will never give up. We can't have her ruining our chance together." Amara purred in his ear, and he nodded. You stood there, pleading with your eyes, as he pulled out his gun, aiming it directly at your head.

"Dean, you don't have to do this!" You pleaded. "It's her. She has this hold on you. You can fight it." You sobbed, but he just chuckled.

"At least she doesn't bring me down like you do." He said, before pulling the trigger.

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You woke up gasping for air, feeling your chest for bullet wounds. Sweat dripped down, mixed with tears as you tried to grasp what was reality and what was part of that horrible nightmare. 

"Y/N?" Dean's groggy voice came from beside you, your sudden movement waking him up. "What's wrong?" He took in your distraught state, immediately trying to pull you into his arms, but the Dean from the nightmare was still forefront in your mind, and you pulled away. 

Wrapping your arms tightly around your knees, you rocked back and forth, trying to calm yourself down. You didn't notice as Dean hesitated, before gently placing his hand on your back. You couldn't help the way your body tensed, but after a moment, you leaned into the touch, before crashing yourself against his chest. Relieved, his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly to him. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked quietly, his hand rubbing soothing circles up and down your back.

"Do you think you will be able to fight Amara's pull?" You asked quietly, your face plastered tight to his chest.

"Is that what you dreamed about? Amara?" He asked. "Truthfully? It's hard, but I'm trying with all my might. And having you with me, it helps."

"She just had you, and you had decided to be with her, and the look you gave me. It hurt. But not as much as the fact that you had a gun pointed at me." You admitted, and you felt his arms stiffen a little bit before he forced himself to relax.

"That will never happen." He promised. "No matter her pull, or what she does to me. I will never choose her over you, end your life because she says to." He emphasized his point by kissing the top of your head, pulling you back down until the two of you were once again laying in bed.

"I know. But it's still disturbing. Seeing the man you loved, the man who've you gone through hell with, choosing another woman. Especially when he looks at you with such loathing and pity." You said, still not over the dream.

"I could never look at you like that. Now, let's try to get some more sleep. I'm right here in case you have another one of those dreams. But just remember, that's never going to happen." He said, and you closed your eyes, getting lost in the feel of his arms around you. But a voice in the back of your mind had you wondering if he would have any choice in the matter in the end.

The next morning you were up and out of the room before Dean had even started stirring. He had found it easy to fall back asleep, but you, you laid there, your mind refusing to shut off. You couldn't stop thinking about that dream, and what Dean had said. Of course he would say those things, but you knew, in the end, he might not have a choice in anything.

"Hey, you're up early." Sam said, and you jumped. You hadn't been expecting anyone to be up this early, but you should have known better. Sam was always up and moving before you and Dean, going for runs or starting on research.

"Yeah." You muttered, heading straight for the coffee. "Long night."

"Want to talk about it?" He asked you, coming beside you to pour himself a cup also. 

"Yes." You said, knowing it would be easier to talk to Sam about these things than with Dean. You loved Dean, and you never wanted to keep things from him again, but you weren't sure he would be able to separate his feelings to deal with yours. So, as the two of you sat down at the table, you explained about your dream, then your conversation with Dean.

Sam was an amazing listener, so attentive, never interrupting, but listened quietly. Once you had spoken your piece, he took a sip of coffee, contemplating how he was going to handle it. "I've had concerns about this too. Not to the extent of dreams, but the connection with Dean and Amara worries me. I'm afraid he's hiding how big of a pull she has on him, and that fact is going to hurt all of us in the end."

"What can we do?" You asked him, but before he could answer, you heard the tell tale signs of Dean stumbling down the hallway, muttering to himself. He had never really been a morning person. 

"You two are up early. Planning a surprise party for me?" Dean joked, before he started cussing about the empty coffee pot. Stumbling around the kitchen, he made filling the coffee pot twice as hard as it should have been, and you and Sam watched, enjoying the free show.

After the coffee started percolating, he turned to you. "Are you done yet?" You teased, as he sat down at the table in a huff.

"Well if some princess hadn't of drank the last of the coffee, I wouldn't have had to done that." He grumbled. "But really, what were you talking about?"

Sam saved the day. "I was just telling Y/N how I think we need to head back to that town. I was reading up on their newspaper, and I think more people are soulless. We need to help them if we can."

You hid your surprise well, especially since Dean was studying you. "Really? We have to go back there? Please just say that we don't have to stay in that hotel again."

"Of course not. But I think it would be a good idea. And if more people are turning up soulless, than that could mean Amara is still around. And that's our end game, right Dean? To find Amara, and end her." Sam asked pointedly, and you watched as Dean's eyes shifted, just the slightest bit, before he stood up to pour himself a cup of the readied coffee.

"Yep. Sounds like a plan." He answered, but he didn't sound fully convinced.