**Sorry this took way too long!! I had gotten writer's block, then I just couldn't force myself back to it. Thank you to everyone who has patiently waited!!**

As soon as Lucifer smoked out, you were able to breathe again, both you and Sam. Rushing forward, you went straight to Dean who looked confused and forlorn. He had just lost his best friend to the clutches of Lucifer, and you had no idea how to help him.

Reaching out to him, you tried not to take it personally when he pulled away. Running his hands through his hair, his eyes were full of pain. "How could Cas do this? Damn him!"

"He thought there wasn't another choice," Sam spoke up, standing shakily on his own. "Dean....,"

"We'll get him back," Dean insisted, his hands curled at his side. "We have to."

Without another word, Dean left the library, leaving you and Sam to clean up the mess. Sighing at yet another roadblock, you began picking up books, placing them on the table as Sam picked up the broken lamp. "Y/N, you know he's not mad at us, right? He's just worried and frustrated about Cas."

"I know Sam. I just wish I could help him somehow."

It was a couple of hours before the library was put back to order. Bidding Sam goodnight, you made your way to your room, stopping at the doorway. Dean lay sprawled across the bed, still dressed in that sailor uniform from before. An empty bottle of whiskey had toppled onto the floor. Snoring softly, Dean left no room for you.

Quickly changing into your pajamas, you began the job of untying his boots, slipping them off, as well as his Jean's. His shirt was another matter, and you left it on, attempting to slide him under the covers.

"What are you doing?" He grumbled, swatting at your hand.

"Attempting to get my drunk boyfriend in bed," you said.

"No, I need to go find Cas," he said, attempting to climb out of bed. Pushing on his shoulders, he fell back onto the bed, groaning.

"You're in no shape to go anywhere. Sleep it off, and we'll all start the search in the morning."

"Why do I always fail the people I care about?" He mumbled, his eyes still closed. "My Dad, Sam, Cas, You."

"Sweetie, that's the alcohol talking. You haven't failed anyone. You just have too big of a heart," you told him, but he was already asleep.

Your heart hurting for your big hunter, you crawled into bed, curling up against him. Knowing that tomorrow was going to be a busy day, you closed your eyes, trying to get some sleep.

Dean sliding out of bed woke you the next morning, earlier than you wanted. "Dean," You mumbled, reaching out to him.

"I need coffee," He grumbled, slipping out of bed. "Sleep."

You didn't need to be told twice, and you went back to sleep, even though you missed the feel of Dean's arms around you.

When you finally stumbled into the kitchen, you didn't expect to see Sam and Dean getting ready for a hunt. "Guys, what's going on?" You asked, watching as Sam shut his laptop.

"Dean found a hunt," he told you, seeming just as surprised. "A Mom and a child are comatose, and it isn't the first time it's happened."

"But I thought...,"

"Yeah, so did I. But Dean's adamant that we take this hunt," Sam answered, just as Dean walked into the room.

"I was just gonna wake you up," he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek, just like none of yesterday had happened. "I found a hunt!"

"But I thought...," you started again, just as Dean turned around, heading towards the garage.

"We leave in ten!" He called out from over his shoulder.

"Sam, aren't you scared by this?" You asked. "By his pretending that nothing yesterday happened?"

"It's Dean, and he deals with things differently. Let's give him this hunt, and we'll go from there." Sam offered. "Between you and I, we make sure he doesn't bury this too much."

"I don't like it. But I guess it's whats going to happen," you muttered.

Within the hour you were sitting in the backseat of the Impala, watching as Dean sang along to the radio, pretending as if his best friend isn't being ridden by Lucifer. That Amara wasn't out there somewhere, planning the whole world's demise.

Trying not to worry too much, you began researching the new hunt. There wasn't much to go on. A new house, complaints of chills, then the girl arrives in the hospital comatose with a handprint around her ankle. "So, what are we thinking here? A vengeful spirit?"

"I don't think so," Dean answered. "I'm not sure what we're dealing with here. I think we head to the hospital first."

After renting a room at another sleazy hotel, the three of you made your way to the small hospital located in the middle of town. While Sam and Dean talked to the Doctor, you walked into the victim's room. The young girl looked so small and fragile laying on the bed, her skin pale. "Can I help you?" Asked the woman sitting in the chair beside the bed, looking just as pale as the girl.

"I'm with the FBI," you explained, holding out your phone. "I just came to ask a couple of questions. I take it your her Mom."

"Yes, but what is the FBI doing here?" She asked. "The doctor's just think it's some sort of virus."

"Just protocol. But can you tell me if you noticed anything weird the night she became sick? Cold spots, smells of sulfur?"

"Are you kidding me?" She asked, glancing down at her sick child. "What does that have to do with my baby getting sick?"

"Just doing my duty," you answered her.

"I guess she was complaining of cold spots before she got sick. She was scared, said she heard footsteps, and then this. I don't know what it is, but I hope another family doesn't have to go through it."

After thanking her for her time, you met back with Sam and Dean in the lobby, who had some surprising information of their own. "A Doctor has worked both cases. She said a couple of older FBI agents worked it back then. A guy named Bobby."

"We're gonna head to the house now, see if we can figure out any more clues. Hopefully, before anyone else becomes comatose."

"I'll meet you there," the Mom said from behind you. "I don't know what feels that house, but I can sense something isn't right. And if it takes the FBI to figure it out, then you guys can camp there if needed."