**For some reason the last chapter Interrogation didn't want to upload. Please let me know if you have an issues accessing it.

You could only watch in trepidation as Dean stormed out of the library, heading to the garage where you heard to roar of the engine and the squeal of the tires as he drove Baby out into the night.

"What now?" You asked Sam, who shrugged.

You stood there nervously, as Sam sat down at the table, pulling out a book. "Seriously? You're just going to read in a time like this? Dean is going to come back and ream us a good one. Shouldn't we be coming up with a game plan?" You asked him, your voice raising at the end.

"What do you want me to do? Pace the room? Call the whole thing off? Y/N, I know Dean's going to be pissed, but I know I'm doing the right thing!" Sam argued.

"But Sam, this could push him over the edge, and what happens if it does? I don't know if it's a good thing for him to know yet." You pleaded.

Sam placed his hand over the open book, his hazel eyes pleading with you to understand. "Y/N, let's just wait and see what he does when he comes back. He could be so preoccupied with Eldon that he completely forgets about it."

Sighing, you sank down into the seat across from Sam, placing your head in your hands. "I hope so." Was all you could say.

It wasn't too long before Dean returned, wet, weary, and empty handed. "What happened?" You asked him, getting up and grabbing him a glass of whiskey to warm himself with. He sat down next to Sam, sipping his whiskey, seeming calm which scared you more than if he was angry. Because a calm Dean meant he was planning something, or seething inside.

"The son of a bitch left a trail easy enough for anyone to find. I followed it as far as I could, but then it ran dry. Not sure what happened, because he wasn't anywhere nearby." Dean explained, before downing his drink in one gulp, before standing up and moving to the head of the table, standing between you and Sam. You could only stare up at him nervously, waiting to see what he would do next.

"Maybe he gave up on wanting the book. Maybe he realized it he was wrong, and we had truly burned it." You suggested.

"Well you see, I wondered that. But then I got to thinking, it's a good thing that book burnt, because it would be horrible if a family like the Steins got there hands on it. It was burned, wasn't it Sammy?" Dean asked, placing his palms on the table, leaning down so his eye sight was the same level as Sam's.

"Dean, you saw me throw the damn book into the fire." Sam said, and you bit your lip, hating the fact that Sam was still lying to his brother, and that you were in the middle of it.

"Well, you see, when you were on your phone, again, Eldon told me something interesting. He said that the book can't be destroyed. Says that it can't be sliced, diced, shredded, burned, drowned. Cannot be destroyed. Ain't that crazy?" Dean said, his voice quiet and deadly.

Before Sam could answer, or you could blab out of fear, Sam's phone went off. All three of you stared at it, Sam's hand inching closer to it. " Sam, you answer that, so help me.." Dean threatened, but Sam ignored him, picking up the phone.

"Hey." He answered, his voice betraying the fact that he was caught in a hard spot. "What?" He said, his voice rising, and you knew something had happened, but you had no clue what. Shutting the call down, he placed his head in his hands, his body tight with despair and frustration.

"Sam, you never burned the book did you. Who was that on the phone?" Dean asked, his tone booking no room for argument.

"No, it was never burned." Sam said quietly, lifting his head up, his eyes red with frustration.

"Tell me everything." Dean ordered, and Sam did, while you sat there, shaking in your seat, wondering how Dean was going to take the news.

"Damn it Sam!" Dean yelled, after Sam had told him everything. "You went behind my back, after I told you not to. You got Y/N involved," Dean said, glaring at you, "And now Charlie!! And she's missing. I can't believe this!"

You could only watch as Dean took his frustration out on the library, knocking books off the table, shoving a chair out of his way. "Damn it!" He cussed, as a book came hurling dangerously close to your head.

Just then Sam's phone went off again, and you stared at it with horror, wondering how Dean would react to it. "Aren't you going to answer that?" Dean asked, his movements still as he watched his brother, his eyes dark with anger.

Sam picked up the phone, his hand shaky, his eyes widening at the name listed on the screen. "Charlie, where are you?" He asked.

You could tell the instant he heard something was wrong. His face went from hopeful to shocked, to guilt written all over it. "Charlie, if you have the book, give it to them." He ordered, and your heart sunk because you knew who he was talking about. Somehow the Steins had found Charlie.

"Charlie has the book?" Dean roared, striding closer to the table.

Sam ignored his brother, which was quite a feat, answering Charlie instead of Dean. "Charlie, give them your notes then, whatever you have. Just give it to them!" He insisted, before Dean yanked the phone from his hands.

"Listen Charlie, I have no idea what's going on, but listen to me. Give them whatever they want. It's not worth your life." He insisted, nodding his head to the two of you, and you followed him, rushing out of the library, and diving into the Impala, just as Dean hung up the call with Charlie. "Damn it, why won't she listen?"

You stayed huddled in the back seat, not talking, just praying that Charlie would be okay. "So you had the damned book the whole time?" Dean asked Sam.

"It was the only way to find a cure." Sam argued.

"I made it clear how I felt. Why couldn't you have listened? And Y/N, finding out you've been mixed up in this the whole time. Lying to me? How dare you?" He spat at you, his eyes blazing as he glared at you through the rear view mirror.

"Dean, I love you. We all love you. We were just trying to help." You whispered.

"Well look where your helping has got us now. Way to go." He muttered, giving you a look of utter contempt, and you had to hold back a sob.

Dean would have continued berating you and Sam, but he was pulling into the parking lot of Charlie's motel. You stared through the rain spattered window, looking for signs, but you couldn't tell if anything looked out of place.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Dean was out, rushing up to the door, Sam right behind. You crept behind, your knife drawn as you looked for signs of life. But it was as if the motel was abandoned, the only cars were Baby, and a small hatchback you knew belonged to Charlie. Stepping inside the room, you could only stare in horror at the scene in front of you. Furniture was shattered and scattered everywhere, muddy footprints throughout the entire room. Dean and Sam had already passed through, and you caught sight of both of them looking into the bathroom. By the looks on their faces, you knew you were too late. Having to see for yourself, you slowly crept forward, but both of their large shoulders blocked the view.

Sam turned away, trying not to gag, and he caught sight of you. "Y/N, no. You don't need to see her." He told you, trying to grab you, to hold you back, but you fought. You had to see her, to see for herself that she had died because of you and your ridiculous quest to save Dean.

Sam fought hard, but he was too upset, and you slipped from his arms, rushing forward into the bathroom, stopping at the sight in front of you with a sob. Charlie lay dead in the bathtub, her blood staining the white tile walls. Falling to your knees, you couldn't hold back the tears that came pouring down. Biting your hand you tried to hide your sobs, but they still escaped.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, crying for a friend lost too soon, before Sam was gripping you by the shoulders, pulling you back. Crashing into his chest, you tried to calm down. With one eye opened, you watched as Dean gently wrapped her in a towel, before picking her up, and carrying her silently out of the room.

"Sam, she's dead, because of us." You wailed, as he guided you out of the room. He didn't say anything, but you felt the hand on your back clench at your words.

**I'm so sorry for this chapter! I know it was hard losing Charlie the first time, and for a second I considered changing the story line and not killing her off. But...