Note: I am so sorry this is like a month late on the update, guys. My grandfather passed away recently and it's been a hectic month since... But I hope y'all enjoy the chapter! :)

It started off just like any other fight really - either over the TV remote or the music choice in Baby, I can't recall. The source of the argument had long been forgotten by the time Sam tried to intervene. But it was blown way too out of proportion by then anyhow, escalating into the way that Dean had looked at a girl at the diner earlier today. Frustrated and sick of our bickering, Sam just walked away, leaving us to work it out.

"I didn't even glance at her, I swear!" he called after me as I paced around the hotel room across from him.

"That's a lie!" I shrieked, heaving a lamp at Dean's head.

With those quick hunter reflexes of his, he dodged it easily and the glass bulb inside shattered against the wall, shards pooling out onto the sickly bubblegum pink hotel carpet below. His candy-apple green eyes hardened at the accusation and he sent me a glare.

"Coming from a girl who lied to me about, oh, I don't know - everything since we had gotten back together," he fired back at me.

Tears stung my chocolate-brown eyes but I blinked them back, not letting him know his words affected me so much.

Strands of hair flipped over my shoulder as I shook my head vehemently in response, "I apologized for that! And you know that it was in the past - long ago in the past - after you found out,"

"And the witch thing? Huh? What about that? What's your clever explanation for that little white lie?" he growled back.

I felt my blood boil at him opening up old wounds - things we had long since resolved. Things that we'd both agreed where in the past.

"You know, I don't have to have an explanation for anything I do, Dean! It's my life and my choice whether I chose to tell you or not!" I snapped back at my boyfriend, "Besides, if we're gonna bring up things we never discussed, how about your little infatuation with Lisa?"

Dean's jaw clenched at the mention of his old flame and I knew I'd struck a nerve.

"What? Nothing to say?" I goaded him, arching my eyebrows as my temper soared in our argument, "You don't want to talk about how much you 'loved' her?"

He'd been silent this whole time but as soon as I'd brought up the L-word, he finally spoke up.

"I never loved her and you know that. You know you're the only one I've ever loved," he shot back solemnly.

I pursed my lips, falling silent. But as I opened my mouth to speak again, to forgive him - maybe even take the blame for this entire argument - more venomous words spewed from his lips.

"My first mistake as a hunter, though since it's brought more trouble than good - I never should have fallen for the wicked witch of Kansas," he sneered, jaw unclenching as he spat the words at me.

Everything went into overdrive then and my anger reached a new peak. My fingers knew what to do before I did. In fact, I barely registered what was even happening until I was left in the aftermath with those green eyes staring at me in disbelief. With one simple flick of my wrist, the lights overhead popped and sparked and a slight wind picked up out of virtually nowhere. Papers and town maps that the boys had stacked on a coffee-table flew off the mahogany surface as well as an old TV guide Dean had left perched on the bed we shared all were swept up into the current whipping around the room. He noticed it before I did, though.

I barely felt it till I saw his eyes widen, traveling down briefly to my feet before back up into my face. If I hadn't been so caught up in my own anger, I probably would have been surprised to know my feet weren't even on the ground any longer. But what shocked me most was the part that came after - after my anger had receded, after the wind had died down and I was back on solid ground again. It seemed to have taken a lot of energy out of me - using that much magic. My old friend and mentor, Philippe had warned me not to use too much - that my magic was too powerful to use lightly. He'd said I needed to control my anger.

That by controlling it, I would also be controlling my magic. As soon as my knees buckled and I began to fall like a stone, Dean was there - ready to catch me. And he did. I fell right into his arms, head lolling against his hard chest as he held onto my arms protectively, the only thing holding me upright at the moment.

"It's okay, Parker. I'm here, I got you," he murmured softly, tilting my chin up with his fingertips so I met his gaze.

But as soon as I lifted my eyes to his, he let go like he'd been burned. Those green eyes that had always enchanted me went wide as saucers as his hands fell away from me.

"Your...y-your eyes!" he stammered, almost unable to speak.

The words formed on my lips but faltered when I glanced back at the mirror behind him. My heart caught in my throat, feeling as if my world was spinning. The chocolate-brown color of my eyes were gone - replaced by an inky-blackness that encumbered my pupils and sclera. I blinked then and in a flash, they were back to normal. A gasp ripped free from my throat and I turned to Dean, feeling afraid and helpless.

"D-dean-" I started, reaching for him.

But instead of taking me into his arms, holding me and comforting me...he took a step back, wariness clear in his green orbs. It was like a blow to my heart. He was scared of me! A strangled sob escaped my lips, unbidden and I saw his eyes soften. I mouthed the Latin words before he could even begin to react, the shape of them rolling of my tongue easily since I'd been practicing. Those candy-apple green orbs widened again once he caught on though and he took a step towards me, reaching a hand out.

But I was gone in the blink of an eye, right as his skin was about to touch mine. I appeared in a cornfield, about a half mile away from the hotel. Not far but far enough away for me to have time to do what I needed to. The tears were streaming down my face by now, my lip quivering just as I lifted my hand up. I tried to focus on the words but all I could think about was those fear-filled green eyes. Dean had never looked at me like that before - demons, spirits, werewolves, vamps, other witches, sure...but never me.

"Appārěo." I mumbled under my breath.

Instantly, the straps of my backpack hung limp in my palm, weighed down by the heavy objects hidden inside the rough material. I let it fall to the ground with a thud, stifling a small sob that escaped my mouth with the back of my hand. My eyes fluttered shut as the hot tears came in waves. 

By simply being who I was...I had ruined the best thing that had ever happened to me.