Turning around, you made your way back to the plastic, just in time to hear the sounds of a struggle coming from behind it. "Dean?" You called out, not surprised when he didn't answer you. Stepping quietly through the plastic curtains, standing in the shadows, freezing at what you saw.

Dean and Amara were circling the roughly made table, and you wondered what she was doing here. Why she had been drawn to this hunt, but not any of your others. Waiting for your moment to head out there, to help him out, you waited curiously as he spoke.

"What are you doing here? I was expecting Y/N. Hell, even daisy duke, but not you." Dean grumbled, carefully watching her.

"Don't you realize you can't fight it any longer? I am your deepest desire. Not Y/N, or whoever that other person was. You need me, you can't fight this magnetic pull between the two of us. Y/N is just blocking you from coming to me. Get rid of her, and then we can be together." She purred, trying to get closer to him.

"No!" Dean exclaimed. "I don't believe you! I love Y/N, more than I could ever love you!"

"You don't have to love me Dean. But you desire me, more than you've ever desired her. Stop fighting it. Let me kill her, and then we can be happy. You can rule, right by my side." She pleaded with him.

With tears in your eyes, you waited for him to deny her again, to try and kill her. But when his hand hung limply to his side, his head tilting in defeat, you couldn't stand it anymore. Racing up the stairs, you ran straight into the witch, who glanced at you in surprise.

"Another one?" She asked, and it was then you saw Sam struggling in his chair, her magic holding him to the spot. "You hunt in packs now?"

"Y/N, the heart!" Sam exclaimed, and you saw the shriveled-up heart in the box. Before the witch could stop your hand, you plunged your dagger into the heart, stabbing it multiple times.

Forgetting all about you, the witch raced to the heart, holding it gently in her hands. "No!" She screamed, before turning to face you. "What have you done?"

As she raised her hand up to snap your neck, a shot rang out, and she slumped to the ground. "Y/N, are you okay?" Sam asked you, coming forward to see your tear stained cheek.

"No." You whispered, plastering yourself to his chest, needing some sort of comfort as your heart ached.

"What is it? Is it Dean?" He asked you, his gaze wandering to the stairs.

"It's nothing." You sighed. "It doesn't matter."

Stepping back just as Dean rounded the corner, coming slowly up the stairs. His eyes searched for yours, his full of guilt and doubt. Taking a deep breath, you tried to keep back the tears, wondering how things could have gone from so amazing to horrible in such a fast time.

"Y/N?" Dean asked, telling you that you weren't doing a decent job of hiding your emotions.

"You okay?" You asked, turning the conversation away from you.

"Yeah, just had a little tussle with the monster down there." He answered, his eyes moving away from yours.

"What was it? Were you fighting Y/N?" Sam asked him carefully, and it took Dean a moment to answer.

"No, it was daisy duke. Those shorts man. Maybe I should get Y/N a pair."

His lie hadn't convinced either you or Sam, but the two of you let it slide. Heading back out to the car where the wife waited, you slipped silently into the backseat, keeping your gaze out the window. Missing the curious glance Dean sent your way.

You stayed silent the entire way to her house, smiling at her as she climbed out of the car, her entire life changed that night. Instead of settling for a new hotel room, Dean decided to drive for a while, get as close to the bunker as possible.

It was about two hours later Sam fell asleep, his gentle snoring filling the car. As if he was waiting for that moment, Dean spoke up. "Y/N, you've been awfully quiet, and I noticed how pale you were during that hunt. Is everything okay?"

Sighing, you knew you should come clean. That you should tell him the truth of what you saw. "No, everything isn't okay."

"What's wrong? Do I need to pull over? Find you some food, or a place to sleep for a while? Pie?" He asked, trying to raise your spirits.

"Is she truly your deepest desire?" You asked quietly, watching as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Do you desire her more than you desire me?"

"We're not talking about this now." Dean answered, his jaw clenched.

"When? When you've thrown me out of the bunker and have gone to be by her side?" You asked sarcastically.

"Damn it Y/N, I said not now." He growled, swerving the car hard enough to wake Sam up.

"What's up?" Sam asked groggily.

"We're stopping for the night. You're getting your own room." Dean answered him, his voice booking no argument. Within five miles Dean was pulling over in front of a rundown hotel, slamming the car door as he went to get the keys.

"What happened while I was asleep?" Sam asked you.

"Sam, don't tell him I told you. But back there at the beauty shop, Dean saw Amara. She was his deepest desire. Not me." You told him, your heart breaking at the thought.

As soon as Dean returned, he threw the key at Sam before grabbing your arm and pulling you to your own room. You could see Sam standing there, looking undecided, as if he should come save you from his brother. Giving him a small smile, you silently told him you would be okay. That no matter how much of an argument you and Dean got into, the two of you would figure something out. You had been through so much already, hopefully you could work this out as well.