After the hunt with Donna, the three of you had gone back to the Bunker, planning on immersing yourself completely in the hunt for Amara. Each day the three of you would scour newspapers, along with the internet, trying to find any clue. Something that showed where she might be hiding, or what she might be up to.

It was easy to tell how frustrated Sam and Dean were getting. Both were testy, and more than a little grumpier than normal. Dean even snapped at you once or twice, apologizing profusely afterwards. 

One morning, after a night everyone had drank too much and gone to bed too late, you heard loud noises coming from the kitchen. Dean's side of the bed was still warm, but he was nowhere to be seen. Heading straight for the kitchen, you stopped when you saw the huge pile of junk food on the table, with a startled Sam and a grumpy Dean staring each other down. Coming to stand next to Dean, you did a double take when a man with rainbow suspenders showed up right next to Sam. 

It had taken quite a bit of talking for you and Dean to believe this guy, this Sully. But after Sam explained about him, you could see Dean start to believe, while you still felt it hard to believe. Who would have thought Imaginary friends weren't imaginary after all? 

Still not sure you were fully awake, you stayed in the back, listening as Sully begged Sam and Dean for help. Of course Sam was willing to help his friend, but you could still see the denial on Dean's face as he listened to Sully's interesting story. Supposedly one of his friends had been killed while his charge had been gone. 

Soon, you watched the three of them, with Sully in your usual place in the backseat of the Impala, leave the Bunker, on a quest to help Sully find the murderer. You had decided to stay behind, needing some time to yourself, while promising to stick hard to research. Truthfully, you thought the brothers needed some time to themselves, to sort out the grumpiness they had been feeling.

As soon as the Impala was out of sight, you slowly made your way back into the large building, the silence almost deafening. Turning on your radio helped a little, as you sat back down in front of your laptop, sighing as you began the tedious task of searching through news.

Hours later, your shoulders were hunched, and you had the biggest headache in the world. Dean had texted you, letting you know they had arrived safely, and that the poor little girl was going to be scarred for life. Feeling the need for a change of scenery, you quickly changed from your outfit of sweatpants and a tank top to your ripped jeans and a black band shirt with your leather jacket thrown over it. 

Fifteen minutes later you were pulling into the parking lot of the local small town bar which you and Dean habitually frequented. Stepping inside the warm room smelling of spilled liquor, you took a seat at the bar, seeing your normal bartender.

"Hey Kyan." You said, smiling at the man as he brought over your usual glass of jack and coke. 

"Hey." He answered back, before looking behind you. "Where's the rest of your party?"

Shrugging, you took a sip of your drink, wincing at how strong it was. Kyan always made your drinks stronger than the recipes called. "Out of town. It's just me tonight."

Leaning on his elbows, his face came a little closer to yours, a bright smile on his face. You had to admit he was handsome, with his dark reddish hair, and the smattering of freckles along his nose, and with his sparkling blue eyes. "Now that's just wrong. A pretty girl like yourself should not be alone on a Friday night. If I wasn't working, I would make sure you were having a good time."

You spent the next couple of minutes enjoying Kyan's flirting, knowing he wouldn't push it past that. He knew you and Dean were a couple, and he respected Dean. After making sure your drink was full, Kyan left, promising to come back and dance with you during his break. Turning in your chair, you watched the rest of the patrons, as you let the alcohol soak into your system. 

Thinking to yourself how good of an idea this was, and how relaxed you were feeling, you took another sip of your drink when you noticed something strange towards the back of the bar where the pool tables sat. 

Both tables were busy, with groups of rowdy men playing the game. But behind them, stood a woman, bathed in shadows, and you had a feeling she was staring directly at you. Feeling uncomfortable, you turned back to the bar, just as Kyan passed by, his hands full of shot glasses. "You okay?" He asked you, concerned.

"Think I'm going to get some fresh air. Keep my seat for me?" You asked him as he set the glasses down. Coming around the bar, he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you sure you're okay? I can get someone to cover my shift, and I can drive you home." He suggested, helping you to the door. You felt pale and unsettled, but it wasn't from the alcohol. 

Smiling up at him, you shook your head. "Nah, that's okay. I'll come back inside in a minute." You assured him.

Stepping out into the cool air, you took a deep breath, feeling much better. You couldn't believe how much that woman's glance had unsettled you. "I see you are unfaithful to Dean." A strangely familiar voice rang out from the side of the barn.

Turning carefully, you felt your heart drop and your skin turn cold as Amara walked out of the shadows, heading directly your way. "Amara!" You exclaimed, stepping back before feeling the wooden side of the bar hit your back.

"Y/N, it's been too long. I would have hoped you would have headed my warnings by now. But I see you are still by Dean's side. That is until you find someone new to play with. Does Dean know you're unfaithful?"

"Unfaithful? What the hell are you talking about?" You asked angrily, forgetting exactly who you were talking to.

Striding forward, she raised her hand, her black dress billowing behind her. You felt the pressure quickly, as her powers cut off your oxygen supply. "I saw you in the bar, with that bartender. As soon as Dean's gone on a hunt, you couldn't wait to find a new man, could you? Poor Dean."

Shaking your head, you clawed at the invisible hold on your throat. "He's a friend! Nothing more." You were barely able to get out.

"I should just kill you here and now. Get you out of my way." She said mainly to herself, the hold on you tightening. "But I think you could come in handy." She said, before grabbing a hold of your shoulder, and soon everything was black.