"Y/N, I don't get it. Is this a new game to play? Because it doesn't look like much fun." Castiel said, his voice coming from right beside your ear, as his hand held yours, tight enough that you dropped the knife that was making it's way towards your belly.

Dean had hung up on Crowley, and was rushing to your side, just in time to see Cas appear and save you from yourself. "Y/N, why the hell would you pull a stunt like that?" He asked, before taking you from Cas and crushing you in a hug.

"Because I disappointed Crowley. Hearing his voice on the line made me realize that, and I had to punish myself." Yousobbed, forgetting yourself for a moment as you leaned into his touch, letting him comfort you.

"Dean, Y/N, I seemed to have missed something. Why is Y/N trying to kill herself because of Crowley?" Cas asked, breaking the two of you apart.

Dean glanced at you, making sure you weren't going to grab anymore sharp instruments, deciding to pull you over and have you sit down at the table for security. Cas followed behind, sitting down across from the two of you.

After the phone call had ended with Crowley, the sudden urge to punish yourself was gone, and now all you felt was a deep, bone aching urge to leave, and find him. 

"You didn't call him for help?" You asked, trying to distract yourself from the urge to run.

Dean shook his head. "No, I knew he was busy dealing with his own personal issues, I didn't want to bug him more than necessary."

"So, what happened. Why does it feel as Y/N isn't fully herself?" Cas pushed.

Dean grabbed your hand, partly for comfort, but also to make sure you stayed. "Sam and I had gone on a hunt, to help Jody. While we were gone, Crowley was able to get his hands on Y/N, and he took her to hell with him. Then he decided he wanted her as his wife, and had his mother, Rowena, cast a spell on her, that made her Crowley's pet. She needs to please him, to do anything for him, and if she doesn't she gets the urge to punish herself." Dean summarized. 

"Well she's back now, why isn't the spell gone?" Cas asked, staring at you.

"Well, we forced her to leave, kidnapping her from her wedding. The spell seemed to fade once she was here, but hearing Crowley's voice must have sparked it again. He warned that either it would never go away, or she would die from it."

Cas nodded, understanding the story. "It must have been a very powerful witch to have cast such a spell. May I?" Cas asked, standing up and rolling his sleeve up.

You jumped as he came closer. "What are you going to do?" 

"Just look into your brain, see if I can fix this." He said, and without further warning, he pressed his finger to your temple. You saw a bright light, then a pressure in your head, but it didn't hurt, it just felt uncomfortable. It was gone within a second, and Cas was stepping back. "I was right. It was a very powerful witch that caused this, an evil one. And if Y/N isn't near Crowley soon, she could very well die."

"Damn it." Dean cussed. "What do we do now?" 

Cas studied you for a moment. "Well, at least the wards around the bunker have tampered it down. I could try, to transfer the curse. If I do that, maybe it will wear off, but at least it won't be with Crowley."

"Transfer? To who?" You asked, not liking this plan, your brain telling you to run, back to safety, back to Crowley, while your heart told you this was the best plan out there. Dean stayed silent, his hand tense on yours.

"I think the answer would be obvious. You love Dean, at least you used to. He loves you. We transfer the curse to him, and maybe the love the two of you share will counteract it, making it disappear." He explained.

"And if we do this. What does it involve." Dean asked, giving you a glance to see how you were handling this. From his reaction, you probably weren't handling this as well as you had hoped.

"It involves the two of you touching, while I dig deep into Y/N's being, trying to find the curse. Then the link between you will help as I try to pass it to you Dean." Cas explained.

"No." You said quietly, your eyes downcast as they both glanced at you in surprise.

"What?" Dean asked, "Is this the spell talking?" 

"I don't want this. I want to leave, to go back to Crowley. To have my wedding that was so rudely interrupted, and to forget every bad thing that has ever happened. Down there in hell, those memories were gone, and I'm afraid once this spell is transferred they will come back. So no thank you." You said, before trying to wrestle your arm away from Dean's grasp.

His eyes were full of sadness, staring right into your soul. "I'm sorry Y/N. I wish you didn't have to relive those memories, but it's more important that you are no longer tied to Crowley." He told you, before pulling you with him. you struggled, but his hold on you was too tight, and in the end you gave up, walking behind him as he led you and Cas down the hallway, stopping in front of his room.

"Cas, will this work? I was thinking we could lay on my bed, holding hands." Dean said, and Cas nodded. 

"That will work perfectly." He agreed, just as the front door opened. Seconds later, you saw Sam, his arms full of bags, heading towards the kitchen. "Hey Sam, can you please give me a hand?"

Sam turned, surprised to hear Castiel's voice. "Of course, let me just set these down."

While they waited for Sam, Dean pulled you into his room, before gently pushing on you until you gave in and laid on the bed, turning on your side, away from him, tears forming in your eyes. Dean sat down next to you, his hand brushing hair away from your face. "I know you think you don't want this, but it's just the curse talking. Once we get it transferred, you will feel better, I promise you that."

"I just want to go back to Crowley." You sobbed, missing the way that Dean's body tensed up again at the mention of the Demon.

Sam came in then, a intrigued look on his face. "So what's up guys?"

"Cas said he can transfer the curse. So we are going to try it." Dean explained, laying down and grasping your hand so you couldn't run away.

"Really? I didn't think that was possible." Sam said, as he moved into the room.

"I'm not sure, but we are going to try. I want you in here, in case I need someone to hold them down." Cas told Sam, who nodded.

You were slowly scooting towards the edge of the bed, trying to sneak away while everyone's attention was on Cas, but Dean noticed, and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping you in his arm. Cas came forward, placing a hand on you first, and it was nowhere like the first time. It didn't hurt, but it burned, as if something was being brandished from your very being. You moaned, thrashing about as it continued, the burning feeling growing, until Cas pressed his hand to Dean, and the heat transferred, and suddenly you were cold, incredibly so.

Your body shivering, you turned to Dean, whose body seemed on fire. Your eyes closed, you cuddled as deep as you could, ignoring the fact that his body was thrashing about. Suddenly it all stopped, and you slipped into a deep slumber.