The Winchesters looked at you quizzically. You took a step forward, in front of your brother.
"Please. I don't want to fight anymore. I just want to go back to my life. Both of you know that we've only been eating people who are already dead! If you didn't you wouldn't have come looking for us here." You said. Sam had to admit you had a point. He was ready to let you and your brother leave but her wasn't sure about his brother. He looked over at Dean who had a look of... Sadness on his face. What was his problem?? Sam was about to say something when Dean stepped toward you, grabbed your face and kissed you. Your brother looked like he was going to explode and Sam looked like he was a ghost, ironically.
     You melted into the kiss, wondering if that night really was just a ploy to immobilize you or not.
"Is that... The real reason you didn't let me go..?" You asked. Dean said nothing but nodded slightly. Tears brimmed your eyes. You were so confused! A few days ago he had been torturing you and now he was in love with you?? Really?
"This isn't just a cruel prank or something? I mean.." You glanced at one of the many burn marks on your arms. Dean looked like he'd been stabbed in the stomach.
"This isn't a joke." He said.
"It's not just some.. Plot to get me to help you?" The knife twisted.
"Of course not!" He said, "...I...I love you." He looked straight into your eyes.
     Before you could say anything, your brother shoved Dean away from you, his eyes glowing.
"Hey!" Dean said. Sam stiffed but you got in between the two protective boys.
"Cut it out!" You yelled. You turned to your brother, your expression softening, "hey, I know this is a lot to take in but I promise I'll go to London with you someday. I just..I need to try this out." You winked at your brother then hugged him.
"Go back home and tell Boompa-"
"Boompa's dead." Your brother stated.
"O...oh." That's not good, "Then stay here with us. I'd die of worry if you went back there without anyone to go home to." Your brother nodded. You looked at Sam and Dean.
"That's okay, right?"
"There's always room for one more, I guess." Sam said, nudging Dean.
"Yeah, sure." Dean wasn't very happy with sharing you but you'd just be depressed all day if he didn't agree with his brother.
     Just then, there was slow clapping,
"Aw, what a touching little scene! Bravo! Encore!" The demon said, walking out of the shadows. Sam grabbed Ruby's knife and Dean pulled out his flask of holy water. You stood in front of your brother, protectively but he pushed you aside and stood next to you, flexing his newfound muscles. Fair enough.
"What do you want?" Dean barked.
"Don't you remember? I'd like that little prize over there." A finger with black nail polish pointed at you. Your brother growled.
"Aww, wittle foxy gonna pwotect his big bwother?" The demon cackled, "I'd like to see you try!"