Sam arrived back at the bunker within ten minutes, and by then Dean was done fixing up the Impala. You had packed for both you and Dean, so the two of you waited nervously by the side of Baby as Sam quickly threw items into the bag.

Dean was busy tapping his foot, his nervousness showing. Dean cared for Charlie as a sister, and you knew he would hold himself responsible if anything happened to her. You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to soothe him. "Dean, don't worry. She's smart, smarter than any of us. She will be fine."

He pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of your head. "I know she is. But these men following her, they don't sound good. And she's still new at this hunting thing."

Just then Sam showed up, his bag over his shoulder. You leaned up, pressing a kiss to Dean's cheek before climbing into the backseat. Sam threw his bag in, and moved to his usual place, and Dean backed the Impala out, turning her onto the road.

"So, we sent Charlie to one of Bobby's old cabins about three hours from here." Dean told Sam. "Figured that was the safest place for her."

Sam nodded, and then the ride turned silent, each of you consumed with the nagging fear that you might not get there fast enough, or that something might have already happened. Dean was pushing the Impala, going at least ten over the speed limit, cutting your three hour trip much shorter than it should have been.

You watched as the scenery changed, from the fields of corn and wheat, to trees, the road climbing as you went further into the forest. The road soon turned from pavement to gravel, then to pot holed dirt, causing Dean to slow down so he wouldn't hurt his car.

You kept your eyes trained up ahead, wondering what type of scene would meet you once you arrived. After about fifteen minutes of the worse road you had ever been on, you arrived in a small clearing, and an old, log cabin stood out in front of you. It had seen better days, the wood was old and rustic, the small front porch missing boards, some shutters hanging on by one nail. But you weren't paying any attention to that. You noticed a small, nondescript hatchback parked to the side of it, showing that Charlie had made it to the cabin.

Dean stopped the Impala right out front, and both brothers jumped out before you could even move, their long legged strides eating up the ground between the Impala and the cabin. Sam knocked on the door, while Dean stood to the side, both of their shoulders stiff as they awaited the scene in front of them. By the time you had joined them, Charlie had opened the door, letting the three of you inside. It was dark, and dusty, with a moldy unused smell that immediately made you sneeze. Ignoring your itchy nose, you turned to look at the red haired woman who opened the door. Her hair was shorter than when you had last seen her, curly and cut to below her ears. It fit her, more than her long haired look from before. She was sporting a cut lip, and a shiner on her right eye. But it was the way she was holding herself that had you worried. She had a hand protectively wrapped around her middle, her face pale with pain.

"Charlie what happened?" You asked, just as Dean went in for a hug. He stopped at your words, looking down at her with concern.

"The stupid bastards shot me. I never realized how hard it was to stitch yourself up." She muttered. "Passed out a couple of times before I could get the job done."

Dean patted her on the shoulder, not wanting to jostle her injury more by hugging her. "Why don't you have Sammy take a look at it. He's good with stitches."

Sam nodded, before welcoming her himself. She then turned, and gave you a smile. "Nice to see you again Y/N. Last I heard you had gone missing. Both boys here thought you were dead."

You gave her a gentle hug, before stepping back. "It's a long story. But I'm back now, where I belong." You told her.

She turned, walking gingerly, until she came to her backpack. Pulling out a cloth bundle, she handed it to Sam, who carefully unwrapped it. "The Book of the Damned." She announced, and you looked around Dean to see a heavy, ancient book in Sam's hands. Each page was full of symbols.

You watched as Dean took a step forward, his hand raised, before stepping back. Peering up at his face you noticed a mixture of wanting and disgust on his face as he looked at the book.

"I don't think this is a good idea." He announced. "There is nothing but evil coming from that book, and the Mark is itching to get its hands on it. I think we should burn it."

"But Dean, this book might say how to get the Mark off of you." Sam argued, but you could tell Dean had already made up his mind.

"Sammy, I think that the price will be too high." he replied, grabbing the keys of the Impala. "I'm going to go for a supply run. I bet there is no food here whatsoever."

Without a second glance, he left the small cabin, leaving the three of you to stare after him.

"Well, that's not what I expected." Charlie said, as she carefully eased herself down on the couch.

Sam stared at the book, biting his lip as he thought. "I know Dean said this book is bad news, but it's the only lead we have right now. I have to try it. I can't lose my brother, no matter the cost." Sam said, before setting the book down and grabbing his laptop.

You had mixed emotions. You knew Dean was probably right, after all he had the Mark as an evil meter. But you were also with Sam, you wanted your Dean back, you could see how the Mark was slowly eating him alive. Sighing, you turned to Sam. "How can I help?"