You were having a hard time distinguishing the wraith induced fear from reality, but you knew something was very wrong. That somehow in your fear, you had ended up stabbing Dean instead of the Demon who had been after you.

Frozen to the spot, you stared down at him, where he had already pulled the knife out and was pressing a hand against his belly, trying to staunch the bleeding. His face had gone pale, his lips moving, but you couldn't hear anything.

Vaguely, you felt someone pushing you out of the way, and you fell back on the bed. It was that movement that broke your trance, and you watched in horror as Sam helped Dean to his feet before forcing him to lay down on the bed next to you. 

"Y/N, place your hand here." Sam ordered, and you blindly followed it, pressing your hand hard against Dean's stomach, wincing at the groan it caused.

Sam rushed into the bathroom, returning with towels and the first aid kit. Pushing your hand to the side, he lifted Dean's shirt, taking the wet towel and gently cleaning around the wound. "What happened?" He asked as he worked.

Staring down at the white towel quickly turning red, you explained. "We were doing so good. Then I moved off the bed, and I guessed that's what caused it. I thought I was back in the club, and Dean was...And I..Oh God, please don't tell me I killed him." The last part choking off on a sob.

Sam glanced up at you quickly, before returning his gaze to his brother, who was still groaning in pain. "I'm not sure yet. The knife seemed to go in pretty deep, but it was also on the side, so I think it missed most vital organs."

You sighed, but you knew you weren't out of the woods yet. Dean had already lost a lot of blood, and stomach wounds were very tricky. Good thing he had been skinnier than the man in your dreams, because it just skimmed Dean's side, while it had gone straight in the middle of the Demon. "What do you want me to do?" 

"Pray to Cas. He has his grace back, so he should be able to heal Dean." Sam said, while he still tried to staunch the bleeding. 

Gawking at Dean's ashen face once more, you closed your eyes, praying to an Angel whom you had only met a handful of times. "Cas it's me Y/N. I know we don't talk a lot, but I would greatly appreciate it if you could help us out. Dean's hurt, and we need your help."

Opening your eyes, you waited for the sound of rustling feathers, and when it didn't come, you felt a tear trickle down your cheek.

"Did you pray to him?" Sam asked you, removing the towel from Dean. "I have most of the bleeding stopped, and I'm getting ready to do stitches, but I just would like to have his support, in case something goes wrong.

"I tried, but he hasn't responded yet." You told him, despondently. 

"Damn it." Sam said. "Get some whiskey will you?"

Knowing he was more frustrated than angry with you, you followed his directions, angry at yourself that you let the wraith get into your head that much. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the table, you turned and ran smack dab into a tan trench coat.

"Cas!" You exclaimed, almost dropping the bottle in your haste to hug the Angel. "You came!"

"Of course I came Y/N." He told you, gazing down at you with concern. "You never pray to me, so I knew it was something serious."

Taking his hand, you guided him to the bed where Sam was still working on Dean. Dean had passed out from the pain, which was a good thing.

"What happened?" Cas asked, taking stock of Dean's injury, rolling his sleeves up and sitting next to him.

Shuddering, the images of Dean with the knife sticking out of him flashed into your mind. "I didn't mean to, I just saw the Demon and I tried to save myself." You blurted out.

Sam was able to explain easier than you had. "She was infected by a wraith. While I was fighting it, Dean was trying to keep her safe, but she was under it's spell and attacked him."

Cas leaned forward, and placed two fingers on Dean's injury, and you watched as a bright light lit from inside, and the angry red gash soon turned to pink, then back to Dean's natural skin color, like a knife hadn't been sticking out of it moments before.

"There, that was easy enough." Cas told the both of you, standing up and fixing his sleeves. "He should sleep for another hour or two, and he might be sore."

Acting on instinct, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed the Angel's cheek, smiling at the way a slight blush rose to it. "Thank you Cas."

He smiled at you, before turning to Sam. "How is he? I know he still has the Mark on his arm."

You had almost completely forgotten about the Mark. Ever since he had been cured from being a Demon, the two of you had been so busy tiptoeing around each other that the Mark had completely slipped your mind.

"He's doing okay. A little more brooding, but I think that has to do with the two of them more than the Mark." Sam told Cas.

Cas nodded. "I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. If it's been quiet this long, that means it might have a big blow up just waiting to happen. But I must depart." Cas said, before disappearing from the room.

Looking at Dean laying peacefully asleep on the bed, you swung around to face his brother. "Sam, do you think Cas is right?" 

Sam seized the whiskey bottle from where it still laid next to Dean, pouring a generous amount in two glasses. Handing one to you, he took a sip of the other one before answering. "I really don't know. It has been really quiet these past few days, which has surprised me. I would have thought with everything going on between the two of you something might have happened."

"What can I do to help?" You asked, taking a sip, wincing as the liquid fire slid down your throat, warming your insides. 

"Just be there for him. Be his anchor, and an ear when he needs it. I know the both of you are still working things out, but just try to be there for him." Sam told you.

You regarded Dean again, looking at him with a different light. Your relationship had been so rocky the past year, with the beginning of the mark, you running away, then him being a Demon. But nothing mattered except being there for the man you loved more than anything.

Setting the now empty glass of whiskey down, you crawled onto the bed beside him, rolling to your side, and cuddling as close as you could, placing your hand over his chest where you could feel the gentle rhythm of his heart beat. Slowly, it calmed you, and you felt your eyes drift shut.