Dean's black eyes haunted you, while the gravel was crushed underneath your knees, you pulled yourself up, and started running, away from the Impala, away from the chance that he might harm you again.

"Y/N!" You heard him yell, but you couldn't turn back now. After all this time, and the Demon was back. You weren't sure if you could handle that information, it was almost enough to push you over the edge.

Before you knew it a pair of strong arms were wrapped around you, and no matter how much you kicked or screamed, they wouldn't let go.

"Y/N, it's me, Sam. Stop!" Sam pleaded, and you went limp in his arms, surprising him so much the two of you almost fell to the ground. Turning in his arms, you pressed your head to his chest, sobbing into his shirt.

He let you, for a moment, before grabbing your shoulders with his hand and pulling you back. "What the hell happened back there? I thought you and Dean were doing so much better."

You shuddered, the thought of Dean's black eyes enough to send tremors through your body. "Sam, didn't you seem them? The cure didn't work!" You explained, but Sam just looked at you confused.

"See what?" He asked for clarification.

"Dean's eyes! They're black again! He's a Demon again, and he's going to come after me, and try to kill me again, and..." You found yourself blabbering, the thought of what could happen enough to send you in hysterics again.

"Shh Y/N, it's alright. Dean's not a Demon, it was a trick of the light or something." Sam tried explaining, and you wondered if he was right. If you had overreacted over something so silly. Sam grabbed your hand, and the two of you walked back to the car, where Dean stood leaning against it, his arms crossed, his stance weary. 

Sam pushed you in front of him, so you were standing face to face with Dean. Your eyes slowly traveled up his body, past the little cut on his chin, past his plump lips and his nose to his eyes, which were a glorious shade of green.

"See?" Sam reiterated, and you felt stupid, ashamed that you had let something like a trick of the light upset you so much.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered, before climbing into the backseat, not knowing what else to say.

It was moments later before the brothers joined you, and silence rained as Dean drove the few short miles back to the motel. As soon as you and Sam were out of the Impala, Dean rolled down his window. "I'm going for a food run." Was all he said, before you and Sam were eating his dust.

You followed Sam inside, still feeling dizzy and queasy. As soon as you were inside, you plopped down on the bed, your head in your hands, moaning.

"Want to talk?" Sam asked, sitting on the bed next to you.

"Did I just ruin everything?" You asked, your voice muffled through your hands.

Sam rubbed soothing circles on your back. "No, you didn't. It probably set things back, but you and Dean will get through this. You are both too strong to let something like this ruin it for you."

You smiled at that last statement, your love for Dean growing stronger through this tough time. Moving your hands away, you looked up at Sam, but all you could see was the Vampire from the club.

"What are you doing here?" You squealed, before climbing the bed, quickly moving to the other side. "You can't be real! Please, you can't be real!" You sob as the vampire stands up and stares at you.

"Y/N?" The vampire said, in a voice that sounded a lot like Sam's and you shook your head, closing your eyes. When you opened them again, it was to Sam's face staring at you in concern.

Dropping your head into your hands, you started crying. "I'm going crazy, aren't I? My mind has had enough, and is shutting down."

Sam grabbed your shoulders, looking into your eyes. "Y/N, this is important. Did anyone touch you while you were at the library?"

Nodding your head, you answered him. "Yeah, that creepy librarian who didn't want me looking at the lore books. She touched my arm twice. Why?"

Sam ran his hand through his hair before he answered you. "Because I think you've been infected by the wraith."

You shrank back in surprise. You had never hunted a wraith before, and you really didn't have any idea what to expect. "What does that mean?" You asked him, as your heart beat slowed down, and you came back to the bed, sitting next to him.

"Well, this one seems to enjoy fear on their victims, so that's why you saw Dean with the black eyes, and whatever it was just now. If we don't kill her soon, you will go completely insane, fear causing it." He explained to you.

"So what do I do?" You asked, afraid that you might have lived through the club and Demon Dean just to die by fear. 

Sam smiled weakly at you. "We keep you safe until we can find her and stab her with silver."

He left the bed then, heading over to the table and powering up his laptop. While he was busy with that, you turned the tv on, but nothing caught your attention, and soon you found yourself channel surfing, not paying too much attention to any of the channels.

Before you knew it, you heard the rattling of the door, and Dean stepped through the door, fast food bags in his hands. He glanced wearily at you, before heading towards Sam.

He stayed busy, pulling food out of the bags, handing Sam his salad, before finally turning to you. As he came closer, the drink morphed into a knife, and all you could think about was the night back in the bunker.

"Dean, please no!" You begged, once again climbing over the bed, trying to get away from the threat. You watched as Dean glanced down at the knife, before looking at you, an evil glint in his eyes.

"Y/N, fight it! It's not real!" Sam yelled, and you shook your head, trying to clear it. This time it took longer than the first, but when you finally opened your eyes up again, you saw Dean standing there, a hamburger and drink in his hand, a heartbroken expression on his face.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked. "Last night you jumped in my arms, today you can't stand the sight of me! I'm so frickin confused right now." He said, dumping your food on the nightstand before standing back.

"Dean, she's been infected." Sam started to explain.

"With what?" Dean asked, not getting at what Sam was hinting at.

Sam sighed. "She's been infected by the wraith. And this wraith likes her victims crazy with fear."

Dean nodded, everything finally falling into place for him, relief relaxing the features of his face. "Thank god."

"What?" Both you and Sam asked, confused that Dean seemed okay with it.

Dean held his hands up, protecting himself from the both of you. "I didn't mean it like that! I was just worried Y/N was pulling away from me again."