You were furious. Things had just started to get better with Dean, the two of you moving past what had happened, and a stupid wraith had to come in and mess it all up. You wanted to rush right down to the library, and stab her with your silver knife, watching the life fade from her eyes.

"So how should we handle this? I don't really want to go crazy on the two of you." You said, staying far enough away from the both of them, in case something happened again.

Dean stayed next to Sam, munching on his hamburger, trying to give you as much space as possible. "We keep you safe, and at the same time, track her down and kill her. At least we know who she is." Sam said, ignoring the food next to him as he glanced down at his laptop.

"But what if she's moved on? She certainly pegged me as a hunter right away. She could be scared." You said, hyperventilating at the thought that she might be gone, and you would be stuck like this. "Wait, will I be stuck like this if we don't find her?"

Sam finally looked up then, a frown on his face. "I'm not sure. Either it wears off, or it will keep going and going until your heart gives out from fear."

Hearing your fears confirmed took your breath away, and for a moment you felt like you were going to be asphyxiated. Dean noticed how red you were getting, and he raced over to you, taking your face in his hands.

"Woah Y/N calm down. We will figure this thing out. Now breath." He said, his words calm, and they did the trick, because you were finally able to take in a deep, gulping breath.

"I hate this." You grumbled. 

All Dean could do was give you a small, reassuring smile. "You just need to stay here and relax. Sam and I are going  back to the library, see what we can find out." He told you, before standing up and grabbing his coat. Sam followed his lead, and soon the two of them were heading for the door. "Lock the door after us, and do not leave this room." Dean told you before shutting the door.

Racing over, you locked it, before leaning your back against the faded door, your heart racing at the thought of being all alone. "Stupid, your just being stupid." You kept repeating to yourself, but the room was too quiet, too empty after Sam and Dean had left, and it was starting to creep you out.

Turning to the TV for a distraction, you flipped through the channels until you settled onto a mind numbing comedy. Grabbing your forgotten hamburger, you spent the next half an hour eating your food and laughing at the TV.

Once that show was over, it switched to a drama, and soon it became too much for you to handle. The dead bodies began to remind you that you could die soon, and you turned it off. The silence wasn't much better, it was deafening to your ears, and soon you were covering them with your hands, trying to make it stop. 

The buzzing kept getting louder and louder, and soon you were rocking, unable to control the sobs that were tearing from your mouth, as the buzzing turned to voices. Dean's voice mixed with Sam's, and they mixed with those of the patrons of the club. Each one yelling at you, telling you how useless you were, how nobody cared for you. Dean's voice was louder than anyone's, telling you it had been him all along trying to kill you, not the Demon. That he was with you because of pity.

"No!" Became your Mantra, and you curled into a ball, hugging your knees tightly to your chest as you rocked back and forth. The words became too much to fight however, and soon, feeling like a Zombie,  you stood up, leaving the bed to walk over to the table. 

Glancing around, you noticed Dean had left behind his knife, it laid half hidden underneath yesterday's newspapers. Your movements jerky, you grabbed the handle, holding it out in front of you as you turned and walked past the beds. You vaguely heard pounding on the door, and your name being spoken, but the voices in your head were too strong to resist, telling you that it would be easier for everyone this way. 

Turning the bathroom light switch on, you stared into the mirror, your hand holding the knife shaking as you brought it up to your chest. Your fear of bringing everyone down was suffocating you, and you wanted to end it before you disappointed anyone else. Raising it high, you were ready to bring it down, but a hand grabbed your wrist, tight enough that you dropped the blade.

"What the hell Y/N?" Dean's voice yelled, breaking you out of the trance, and you stared down at shock at the knife laying in the sink.

"What just happened? You whispered, horrified that you had been so close to taking your own life. Chocking on a sob, you crushed yourself to Dean's chest, embarrassed that he had to see you like that.

Before you knew it, he was gently pulling you away, wiping at your tears. "It's the stupid infection Y/N. What was it telling you?" He asked.

You shook your head, not wanting to tell him the fact that it had played on your weakness, your feelings of inadequacy. "It's nothing." You mumbled.

He guided you out into the room, where Sam was standing, a look of concern on his face. 

"Thank you." You told the both of them. "If you hadn't of come back when you did..." You said, before trailing off.

"Well, maybe it was a good thing she wasn't at the library. But we did find her address." Sam said, trying to take the attention away from the fact that you had just tried to kill yourself.

"Yeah, but we came back to check on you before we headed over there. Good thing we did." Dean told you, still beside you, his hand still resting on the small of your back.

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you nodded. "Now what?"

Sam and Dean glanced at each other. "We aren't sure. We can't leave you here by yourself, but we can't take you with us." 

"I'll stay." Dean volunteered. "It's just a wraith, should only take one of us. So you go, and kill her, and I will make sure Y/N stays safe." 

Sam frowned. "Are you sure that's such a good idea? She seems to have a harder time around you right now, more so than with me."

Dean pouted, annoyed with Sam's logic, but you broke up the would be argument. "It's alright Sam. I know Dean will be able to bring me back, if I get too bad."

He glanced between the two of you, still not happy with the plan, but finally conceding that it might work. Grabbing his silver knife and bullets, he caught the keys as Dean threw them. Opening the door, he glanced back at the two of you. "Y/N, maybe you should lock yourself in the bathroom. Dean can keep watch from out here, but maybe it will help."

With that he was gone, and you looked at Dean, wondering how long of a night this was going to be.