Episode: Season 8 - Southern Comfort Pt. 2 

Eventually, we met back up with Dean and Garth. They'd concluded that the reason for the murders was a vengeance-hungry ex-Civil War soldier to possess people. Unfortunately, there'd been another possession after we'd burned the bones, though. So now Sam, Garth, and I were on our way to the courthouse to find out all we could about this Unknown Soldier whilst Dean did more research at the hospital.

"Hey, guys, if you ever need to talk, I just want to let you know that I'm here. About anything - you know, life, uh, each other," Garth offered suddenly, subtly referencing the rift that had began lately between the three of us.

"I'm okay, thanks," Sam declined politely as we made our way up the steps.

"I mean, it just seems like you two and Dean are talking but nobody's listening to each other. I had this cousin once - well, he's gone now - but his name was Frank..." Garth went on talking as he walked inside with Sam, leaving me standing outside on the steps.

I sighed, eyes fluttering shut as the guilt gnawed at my insides.

"Hey," he greeted me once he woke up.

"Hey. Uh, just lock up when you leave. I'm late," I told the man sitting up in my bed, sunlight filtering through the window glinting off his bare chest.

"Wait. What?" he asked, the confusion clear on his face through the haze of sleep still clouding his eyes.

Immediately, I stopped what I was doing and faced him, suddenly feeling guilty about the previous night, as if I'd betrayed Dean somehow. I knew he was gone - I knew that, I did. But...he still had my heart. Death couldn't change that, couldn't break our connection.

"I just think it's better if neither of us get the wrong idea here," I told him honestly, slightly avoiding his gaze as I spoke.

"O-okay," he said, still confused.

"And I know I said a lot of things last night, and I know I can't ask you to forget them. But just do,"

"Why?"

"Because I don't need your pity," I snapped back, "I don't need you looking at me the way they all-"

I sighed, shaking my head at the changed, sympathetic expression now plastered to his face, "Like that,"

"Wait. Um...you think this is pity?" he asked me in disbelief, "Parker, I'm glad you told me about Dean and what you went through when you lost him. It helps me understand-"

"-how messed up I am? You think I don't know that? You don't have to feel sorry for me,"

"I didn't mean it like that,"

"Yeah, well, like I said, I'm late. So..." I trailed off, ending the conversation as I left the apartment, leaving him behind.

"Hey, you coming?" Garth asked suddenly, breaking me from my thoughts as I glanced up to see him poking his head around the door at me.

Smiling to him, I nodded. But inside, I just wanted this day to be over with already. With help from Garth, Sam and I deduced that the Unknown Soldier had been using a cursed object - a penny - to posses people. He could take over their bodies once their skin had touched the coin. We tried calling Dean but unfortunately, he didn't answer. And we didn't ever find him at the hospital where he was supposed to be when we went looking for him. But the three of us made it back to the hotel only to find him sitting there on one of the beds, waiting.

"Dean, what in the world, man? We went to the hospital, you-you're not answering your phone." Sam complained to him.

Suddenly, Dean sat up from the bed, coking his gun before aiming it straight at u,s making m eyes widen in fear - not for myself but for him. 

He was Possessed.