((A/N: strong wording ahead!! 🐑💕))

I was trapped here for what felt like years. Was it years? I can't remember. Do I even remember myself? Of course.

I forgot what I looked like in this blanket of darkness that was surrounded by flames. My screams soon wore out along with my tired mind. My throat hurt so badly, I needed something to quince my thirst.

The flames? They were dying down slowly, today, they weren't even touching me anymore, but the pain still lingered. I wanted to bring my hand to my heart, see if I still have a heart beat.

I can't, though, my body isn't responsive yet.

A soft voice filled my mind and ears.

“Silvia, can you hear me?” Dean's gentle voice was softly low, I guess I was the only one to hear him. Why does his voice sound so much more attractive than usual?

I wanted to touch his face. I wanted him so badly. My urges felt ten times as stronger than usual, which killed me. Not literally, but you get the point.

“De...an...” I spoke. Wow. My voice, it's different. I sound like an angel! What did he do to me? Oh...

I remember.

I felt slightly warmed cold hands cradle my cheeks as a weak, happy chuckle escapes him.

“Silvia! You spoke! Nick!!! She's coming back!!” His voice was a bit high pitched, but still husky in a way. He didn't need to yell though.

My senses were sharp as I felt everything around me. I didn't hear any heart beats in the room, other than a distance away. Was that Seth's heart beating like that? It's so fast, I can hear his blood pumping through his body.

I was suddenly revolted. Something smelled like a wet dog, but way worse.

I guess Dean saw my facial expression because he just laughed. “Haha. You'll get use to it. That's the smell of the werewolves.” Dean told me, caressing my check.

Mmm, his touch was so warm, more warm than usual.

Dean gasped out, startled as my eyes flung open and I pounce on him. I stared at his shocked expression, seeing every detail in his face. His eyes, nose, lips, skin.

It was amazing. He was amazing. I just giggled at him. He gulped to which I heard very loudly. Why was he so scared?! This was just –just — Amazing!!!

"Why are you so scared?! I'm alive because of you!" I said happily, like a little child.

Dean laughed nervously. "S-Sorry. It's just... You're being weird. You've been screaming in agony for weeks and now you're, just, um... Happy?" He looked at me, blushing softly.

I felt a strong anger wash over me as I mindlessly picked him up by the collar of his shirt to just slam him into the floor hard.

He choked a bit as the air was knocked out of him. "Ah!" He groans.

"Silvia! Your emotions are stronger than before! Please! Be gentle to not lash out! Or we will have to restrain you!" Nick spoke out of fear.

I didn't even notice that the floor underneath Dean had been caved in and cracked.

"Please Silvia. I know you're angry about me turning you, but I couldn't lose you." He whines, closing his eyes as an invisible pain I couldn't see was bothering him.

Just like that, my mood changed. I was crying, clinging to Dean tightly as I still had him pinned.

Oh why did I hurt him, I didn't mean to! I whine in my thoughts.

He held onto me. "Shhhh silly girl. You're fine. It happens to all new borns." Dean nudges his nose into my neck, making me blush.

I was an emotional hot mess. I'd hate to go around humans right now, I couldn't see myself killing one. "Dean. I need something to drink." I pull him back, roughly, not meaning to.

He looked over at Nick, a bit worried. "Um. Yeah. We'll have to wait on Tony to go hunting, okay?" He was so sweet to me, even in my mood swings.

He's gonna make me cry again!

"Okay, but can't I get some water, tho?" I asked, tilting my head slightly as I stare down at Dean.

He blushed even more, seeming to not take his eyes off of me. "Trust me, no water. It'll make the burning sensation hurt more. Just wait, okay? We'll feed you. I won't starve my princess." He grins, making me blush deeply.

He called me princess!!!

I giggle softly as I lean down and kiss him passionately. It felt so nice. He gladly kissed me back, slipping his hands over my hips. A sweet warmness burned through my skin from his touch.

He was really mine and I was his. No one could separate us now. Breathing a bit heavier, I felt myself kissing him more roughly, licking his bottom lip, asking for access.

He gave a sly chuckle at how demanding I was being and he allowed me to slip my tongue in his mouth.

Just as we were getting heated, Nick cleared his throat pretty loudly. "Pardon me, but please; not in my room, at least. That's a bit rude." I pull away, completely embarrassed.

I forgot he was still here...