You could literally feel your heart trying to rip itself out of your chest as Jake tightened his hold on your arm, tight enough that you knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. His eyes were pitch black as they stared down at you, a look of glee on his sinister face sending terror straight through your body.

"I've missed you Y/N." He said licking his lips. "In fact, when I heard you were no longer at the club, I began searching for you, planning on making you my own personal pet."

You shivered at the thought. "Why? There are so many other girls at the club, many who liked your attention." You pleaded, hoping Dean would hurry up, but you couldn't see the front of the diner.

He ran his free hand down your cheek, before pressing it tightly against your windpipe. "True, but none were you. None fought like you. And I liked that." He told you, holding you so tight that your feet were dangling off the ground. Lifting you up until your face was even with his, he pressed his lips harshly against yours, before biting your bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. You gagged when he licked the pooling liquid off of your lip.

"I've missed that." He told you, lifting his hand from your arm to run it under your shirt, and you tried to fight, but he was pressing too hard against your neck and you felt light headed.

"Get your hands off of her." You heard Dean growl from behind you. All it did was make Jake laugh, and he turned to face Dean, you still dangling like a doll from his grasp, removing his other hand from underneath your shirt.

"Seriously? You traded me for a Winchester? And for the older one?" Jake chastised you. "I would have thought you would have had better taste."

You couldn't speak, you just gargled as black specks filled your eyes, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you lost consciousness.

Dean dropped the box of pie on the ground, pulling out the Demon killing knife from his back pocket. "I won't say it again. Get your filthy hands off of her."

Jake glanced between you and Dean, letting up on your neck just a little. He knew Dean wouldn't make a move yet, that he still had the upper hand, and it terrified you. "Oh you mean one of these hands?" Jake asked, showing Dean one of his meaty hands before placing it underneath your shirt, on your stomach. You watched as Dean visibly tensed, the move affecting him just as Jake had expected it to.

"Dean, did you know that Y/N, and I go way back?" Jake teased Dean, running his hand across your skin, and you wanted to gag at his touch. "You see, I was her favorite customer at the club. The things her and I did, well, it was the stuff of your dreams." 

Dean took a step closer, but froze when Jake's hands moved up, dangerously close to your breasts. "Would you like a demonstration Dean?" He asked, and you saw Dean's jaw clench. With Jake's attention on Dean, you were able to reach up to your neck, pulling off the necklace you always wore. On it was a small vial of holy water, just enough to distract a Demon. 

Popping the top of the vial, you dumped it over Jake's head, watching as it sizzled. Screaming in pain, Jake released you and you ran behind Dean. He checked you over briefly before rushing towards Jake, using his distraction as an advantage.

You watched as Dean lifted the knife up, bringing it down. But Jake was too quick, and he raised his arm, causing the knife to slash across it, instead of his chest. The two then circled each other, Dean was quick, but Jake was stronger, and you were worried for Dean.

Jake made the next move, rushing Dean, but he was easily able to outmaneuver the taller man. The two continued this way, each one taking a shot against the other, neither one able to get a good hit in. You felt yourself chewing on your already injured lip and you stopped, wishing there was a way you could help Dean, but you knew that you would more than likely end up in the way.

"Why are you so intent on protecting her? She's just a slut, used by all sorts of monsters." Jake teased, and Dean barreled forward with a growl. This time he hit his mark, the knife sliding deep into Jake's upper chest. Jake stared down in surprise, not expecting Dean to have gotten the upper hand on him. Pulling the knife out, Dean followed Jake, who was slowly slumping to the ground. Jake made a feeble attempt to hit Dean, but Dean was easily able to block it, and stabbed the knife back into Jake, and you watched as he flashed orange, before laying lifeless on the ground.

Moving forward, you were stopped when Dean raised the knife, stabbing Jake over and over again, and you could only watch in horror as blood started splattering everywhere. Gingerly steeping around Dean, you breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped. He looked up, and what you saw shook you to the core. Dean's face was blood splattered, but that wasn't what upset you. It was his eyes, how lifeless and dull they looked, nothing like the warm green orbs that usually glanced your way.

"Dean?" You carefully asked, knowing that when the Mark was effecting him, he was not himself, and that anything could happen. He didn't budge, but just sat there, the knife slowly slipping from his hand. Stepping closer, you sank down on your knees, ignoring the liquid that seeped into your jeans. Placing your hand carefully on his cheek, you tried again. "Dean, honey?"

This time he glanced at you, his eyes still void of life. "Dean, we need to go. "You told him, and finally he was able to shake himself out of his stupor, enough that your voice penetrated the fog surrounding his mind.

"Y/N?" He asked, unsure, vulnerability lacing his voice.

"Come on Dean. We need to go." You said again, pulling on his arm, and he followed your directions, awkwardly standing up. You guided him to the passenger side of the Impala, where he sank into the seat, his eyes slowly losing the glazed over look.

Racing back to the body, you grabbed the knife, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Turning back, you noticed the box of pie, and you grabbed it, hoping his favorite snack would bring back your Dean.

By the time you were climbing into the driver's seat of the Impala, Dean was shaking his head, fully coming out of it. You started the car, peeling out of the parking lot.

When you returned to the motel, you saw that Sam had left a light on for you. Turning to Dean, you saw that he was already climbing out of the car. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you explained to him. "Dean, stay in the car. We need to get out of town fast. Someone probably noticed the car, and we don't need the police on our tail."

Without saying a word, Dean nodded his head, swinging his legs back into the car and slumping against the seat. Leaving the car running, you hurried to the motel room, opening the door with a bang, Sam shooting straight out of bed at the noise, a gun in his hand.

When he noticed it was you, he dropped it, before running a hand across his face. Turning on the light next to him, his eyebrows rose in shock. You knew you must look a fright, the beginning of bruises on your neck and arm, your knees stained with blood.

"What the hell happened? Where's Dean?" He asked, climbing out of bed.

"Dean's in the car. There was an incident." You said. "But Sam, we need to go. Now."

Sam didn't need to be told twice. He quickly changed into jeans and a flannel, before grabbing everything he could, shoving it into a bag. Within moments the entire motel room was clean, and the two of you were rushing back to the Impala, where you tossed Sam the keys. He gave Dean a worried look, but didn't say anything. Tucking his long body into the driver's seat of the Impala, he waited for you to hop in, before driving off, turning the Impala towards the bunker.