"Really? The curse is gone?" You asked, stepping back out of Dean's arms to study him closely, looking for any changes, even though there should be no outward ones.

You watched as he shrugged, a little uncomfortable at being the center of both yours and Sam's attention. "I hadn't really considered it."

Sam stood up, and crosses to where you and Dean stood. "I was wondering as soon as we returned, because with the curse Dean would have probably stayed by your side, no matter how pissed he was at you."

"Hey, I wasn't that bad." He argued, which caused you and Sam to laugh.

"Dean, I couldn't even use the bathroom without you whining." You teased.

"Really?" He pouted.

"Don't worry, you were only a little annoying, but mostly adorable. And nowhere near as pathetic as I was." You told him, standing up on your tiptoes and kissing the end of his nose.

"Alright enough with this, what are our plans today?" Dean asked, trying to sidetrack the conversation that was currently embarrassing him.

"Well, I have some errands to run, and there's no case out there right now. So I was thinking a relaxing day." Sam said, standing up and placing his cup into the sink.

"Errands? Can I come with?" You asked, wanting to go to the store and grab some items.

"Not today. How about you stay home and relax. Yesterday had to have been taxing on you." He told you, backing out of the room.

"Hey Sam, take one of the other cars. I'm gonna work on Baby today. I heard a knocking I really didn't care for." Dean said, handing you a plate full of pancakes.

"I could help you." You today him, before you dug into your breakfast. You wondered why Sam was acting so weird, he never said no when you asked to go on errands runs. You understood where he was coming from, but still. Before you could ask Dean, he was answering your first question.

"No, I don't need any help." He told you, before shoving a huge bite into his mouth.

You felt a little hurt that neither brother wanted you with them, but you didn't let it bug you too much. "Fine, I guess I will figure something else out for today."

He finished his food, and stood up placing his plate in the sink, before coming and standing next you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "It's not that I don't want you with me, I just want you to rest and relax today. After I'm done, maybe we can watch some movies or something."

You nodded, and he left, and you were on your own. Sighing, you glanced around the kitchen, knowing you had been delegated to clean up duty. Turning on the old fashioned radio in the corner, you started the dishes, the routine chore calming you. As you washed you thought about this morning, how everything had gone much better than you could have hoped for. Dean was being Dean, but he had gotten past whatever he was feeling because of the dream, and things were once again going a little smooth between the two of you.

That's when you decided to bake next. You were still a little tired from your run in with the Djinn, but you also didn't feel like sitting down yet, or taking a nap. So instead, you opened the cupboards rummaging through them, as you tried to find anything that wasn't twenty years over it's expiration date.

You were in the middle of pulling out a heavy bag of flour, when you heard Dean's phone start ringing. He never left his phone behind, so you were surprised to hear it behind you. Dropping the bag onto the table, you grabbed it, surprised to see Charlie's name on the screen.

Knowing it would go to voicemail before you got it to Dean, you answered it, hoping he wouldn't be too upset. "Hello?" 

"Y/N? Is that you? Or has Dean's voice gotten really high?" Charlie asked, but behind her teasing you could tell she was on edge, nervous or scared about something.

"Nope, it's me. What's up?" You asked her, heading towards the garage and Dean.

"Well, where's Dean and Sam because I'm sure they would like to hear what I have to say." She told you, just as you came to the garage.

You saw Dean bending over the front of the Impala, and for a moment you just stood there, enjoying the view, until you remembered Charlie was on the other end of the line. "Sorry, it's just Dean and I here. Sam went on an errand run."

"Well can you put him on please? And hurry." She said, her voice going a pitch higher with fright.

"Dean!" You yelled, wincing as he almost hit his head on the hood. "Charlie's on the phone."

He nodded, wiping his hands on an old towel before grabbing the phone from you. "Hey Charlie, what's up?"

You listened to his side of the conversation, wishing he would have thought to put it on speaker. "You found it really?" He asked her, his eyebrow raising in surprise. "Where?"

You tried to remember what she was looking for, but it wasn't ringing any bells. "So you have something glued to your shoe? Where are you?" 

Only able to watch as Dean started pacing in front of you, his shoulders tight, you knew something was wrong. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket, dialing Sam just as Dean hung up. "Damn it." He muttered, looking towards you.

"I'm calling Sam." You explained, and he nodded, holding his hand out for your phone. Passing it over, you listened to his very brief conversation with Sam, before he was handing it back to you.

"What's going on?" You asked Dean, as he turned back to finish working on the Impala. Grabbing a wrench, he faced you, his face dead serious. 

"Charlie found the Book of the Damned. But she's being chased. We need to get to her before they do." He told you. You were scared for Charlie. You had only met her once, but you had immediately liked her, and you wanted nothing bad to happen.

"I'll go pack for both of us." You told him, as he ducked back under the hood of the Impala.