After your rant about the Darkness, Sam had left the room, leaving you and Dean alone. After he quietly shut the door behind him, you and Dean stayed silent. You tugged at the covers, not sure what was going to happen, or what Dean was going to say.

Your lives had been so full of trials and tribulations lately. Your relationship had more than suffered because of them, and you knew if you couldn't pick up the pieces now, then there was no saying what would happen to it.

As Dean sat down on the edge of the bed, you thought back to a time more balanced and happier. It was sad, because as a hunter, your life never seemed happy. But back in the beginning stages of your relationship it had been. You had been so hungry for Dean, for anything he would toss your way. A stray touch, a long gaze, any of those things you treasured deeply. But it was when he returned those feelings that things became even better. Stolen moments in the back of the Impala, quick texts back and forth at diner's when you thought Sam wasn't noticing.

It hadn't been long before your relationship had come out into the open, and you didn't regret it a single bit. Sam had found out one day, and just shrugged his shoulders, and like that it was ojay. You had slowly moved your things into his room, and it hadn't been much later you had accidentally muttered those three little words you had been embarrassed to say.

It was during a lazy drive back to the bunker, Sam asleep in the back, your head resting on Deans shoulder as he traversed the darkened highway. He was busy brushing his hand up and down your arm, and the words I love you sneaked out past your lips, and it was too late too take them back. You had stiffened, and his hand had stilled. You had waited for him to brush it off, saying you didn't mean it. Instead, his callused hand traveled down your arm before connecting with yours.  "I love you too." He answered simply, calming your nerves.

"Earth to Y/N." Dean's voice rang through your memories. Coming back to the present, you found out that Dean had sat down on the bed next to you and his hand was currently cupping you cheek.

Blushing, you gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I was lost in my own memories."

He pulled his hand back, his thumb brushing against your lip before falling down to his lap.  "Good memories I hope? You had a smile on your face."

You nodded, tilting your head down until your hair covered your face "Yeah, one of the best. I was thinking back to the beginning of our relationship, and when we first said the words I love you."

His hand reached out, grasping yours as the two of you sat together, your knees just barely touching. "I remember that. One of my favorite memories. Let's see, I think we were just getting ready to cross the Wyoming border, and Sam was snoring logs in the back. My heart stopped when you blurted out those words. I never considered myself good enough to be loved by you. I was shocked, and humbled."

You dropped your head until it rested against his shoulder, enjoying this moment a calm and reflective moment the two of you didn't get to have too often. "I was amazed when you said it back. I thought how could such an amazing man be in love with me? I guess we both consider ourselves screw ups."

He tilted your head up, pressing his lips to yours. It was soft and easy, and almost brought a tear to your eye. Nothing had been simple lately, and you were so tired of things getting messed up.

He reluctantly released your lips, giving you one of his mega watt smiles. He slid back in the bed until his back rested against the headboard. "Come here." He said, holding his arm out. You complied, sliding up until you were resting against his chest, his arm resting against your side.

"Do you know how scared I was when I couldn't find you? Especially since Death had hurt you. The storm had gone, and so had you. I scoured all around that area, trying to find you. Sam finally had to pry me away." Dean whispered against your hair.

Taking a deep breath, you ran your fingers lightly up and down his chest. "It was so weird. One minute I was laying in pain in the back of the Impala, the next The Darkness stood in front of me, healing me so she could talk to me. But Dean, she scares me." You admitted.

"She scares me too. You weren't the only one who she talked to. She wants me by her side. And Y/N, I don't know if I can fight her. I don't love her, but she has this draw that's hard to resist." He told you, admitting things he wouldn't to anyone else.

"We will figure things out. We're back together, you don't have the Mark anymore. We can deal with this." You said, sounding braver than you felt.

Just then a knock came on the door, before Sam peered in. "Sorry to interrupt you, but I figured you might want to see this."

Dean glanced sadly down at you. "I'm sorry. Let's do this, then we can come back and talk some more. It's been nice, we haven't had much of a chance lately. And I need to make it up to you, for all I did when I had the Mark."

"Dean you don't have to..." You started, but he had already slid out from underneath you, moving towards his brother. Eighing, you stood up, following them out of the room. Sam led the way, back into the library,  to the corner. You tried to see around thrm, but their tall, muscled bodies left no room for you, and you stayed in the back, waiting until they gave you some sort of clue.

"Cas?" Dean's questioning voice rang out, surprising you. You wanted to go around Dean, to see your Angel friend, but Dean raised a hand, keeping you behind him.

"Dean, I need your help. Rowena, she, she spelled me. And I can't stop it." He growled, and Dean switched his weight on his feet, giving you a view of your friend, and his red rimmed eyes with bloody tears rolling down.

You stepped back as Dean helped Cas to his feet guiding him to one of the tables. He sat down with a plop, acting extremely tired, which was unusual for the Angel.

"What happened to you Cas?" You asked, moving to sit down next to him but he flinched back from you. You looked toward Dean, who just shrugged his shoulder before pulling you into the seat next to him.

"Alright Cas, start from the beginning." Dean said, holding tightly to your hand. Cas leaned forward, grabbing Dean's other arm, looking for the Mark.

"I know you said it was gone, but I needed to see for myself." Cas said. 

Dean pulled his arm back. "It's gone, I'm good. But what about you? What's this about a spell?"

Cas sat back, looking like a beaten little puppy dog, and your heart bled for him. "We did the spell, it was Rowena, Crowley and I. But then she freed herself, grabbed the book, and spelled me to attack and kill her son. It was her attack dog spell."

"Did you kill Crowley?" Sam asked him, but Cas just shrugged.

"I thought I did. But Crowley is a crafty Demon, so who's to say. But this spell, it keeps digging in, getting worse. I don't know how to get rid of it." Cas said.

Dean stood up, walking around to place his hand on his friends shoulder. "Well, for right now you can stay here, and rest. Go take a shower, we'll get you some clean clothes. Because I don't know what you've been up to with that spell, but you are filthy and covered in blood."

Cas nodded, before standing up, and you followed suit. "Come on Cas, follow me. I bet I can find something of Dean's for you to wear."