It was later that day that Sam received a phone call from an old friend of his and Dean's. The three of you were lounging about the library, getting up the gumption to look for another case. Sam was looking through old files of the Men of Letter's, while you and Dean sat watching funny video's on the laptop.

Sam picked his phone up, staring at the screen for a moment, before his lips curled in a smile. While he answered it, you quickly pressed the volume button, not wanting it to get in the way of Sam's conversation.

"Hey Jody." He answered, and you noticed Dean's accompanying smile.

"Jody?" You mouthed, vaguely remembering hearing the name. and Dean nodded, mouthing the word later.

Sam placed the phone on speakerphone, letting Dean join the conversation. You listened in, staying quiet, as Jody talked about a sheriff's retreat up north, and the fact that there were some questionable murders taking place.

"Want us to head up there?" Sam asked but Jody shook him off.

"Nah, I'll keep an eye out. I've got it covered for now." She answered. "I just have this blonde haired sheriff thinking she's helping me out. Kind of annoying." She moaned before hanging up.

It was only seconds later, before Dean turned to Sam. "I know she said she's got this, but why don't we take a trip up there, double check. It wouldn't hurt."

"She said she had it covered." Sam argued, but Dean did something you had never seen, he gave Sam the puppy dog eye trick, and you knew Sam would fold under it. If Dean had pulled that trick on you, you would have given him anything he asked for.

"Fine." Sam muttered, before slamming the lid of the laptop shut. "We leave in fifteen."

Sam strode off, and you followed Dean to his room. "So, Jody?"

Grabbing his bag from his closet, he started packing it. "A sheriff from Sioux Falls, South Dakota. She's helped out on a couple of cases. She knew Bobby."

You nodded, before turning to grab your own duffel bag, getting ready to go. "Y/N." Dean stopped you.

"Yeah Dean," You answered, too busy thinking about what to pack so you weren't paying much attention to what he was saying.

"I want you to stay behind on this case." Dean told you, and it took a moment to register in your mind.

"What? Why? You asked, dumbfounded.

"It's just, after the last hunt, I thought you might like some time to yourself. And I was kinda hoping to spend some time with Sammy. We haven't had much of a chance to catch up since, you know." He told you, his words coming out fast as he tried to explain.

You kind of understood where he was coming from, but you were still a little hurt from it. "Well, I guess if that's what you want." You muttered, your shoulders drooping.

"Sweetheart, it's not that I don't want you with me. I just figured this was a perfect brotherly bonding trip. And it's probably nothing anyways, so we should be back in a day or two. He explained.

You nodded, tears threatening to spill out. You didn't want to be alone, you wanted to be by Dean's side, but you knew that was being selfish. He needed time with his brother, and you couldn't get in the way of that.

Taking a deep breath, you turned, giving him a watery smile, before pressing your lips to his cheek. "Hey, don't cry. It will only be for a couple of days, then I will be calling you, begging you to save me from being stuck with Sam." He told you, trying to lighten up the mood.

"I know. Have fun." You told him, turning to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him. At first the movement caused a little terror spike, but it was soon replaced with something else as Dean slammed his lips to yours. You moaned as he threaded his fingers through your hair, angling your head, and deepening the kiss.

"Dean, ready?" You heard Sam yell, and Dean pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Don't worry, we will be back before you even missed me." He warned you, before leaving you behind in his room.

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The first two days you kept busy, cleaning the bunker, reading some books. It was the nights that were hard. You would lay in your bed, listening to the creaks and groans of the bunker as it settled for the night, wishing you had a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You missed Dean, but you knew he was probably blowing off some much needed steam with his brother.

Your nightmares had started to return, never about Jake, but faceless men, men that frequented that hateful club. Every night was the same, you would slowly fall asleep in your room, only to be awoken by some sort of nightmare about that club, or Dean returning to you as a Demon. Your heart racing, you would climb out of bed, and make your way to Dean's room, where you would cuddle his pillow, letting his scent sooth you back to sleep.

It was the third day that you had grown bored. Dean had texted you, letting you know it was an actual case, and that they might be gone longer than they had planned. You sat at the table, a little depressed at the thought of being by yourself much longer.

Making up your mind, you decided to go for a walk outside. You hadn't ventured out the steel doors of the bunker by yourself, but you were tired of being cooped up, and you desperately needed fresh air. Grabbing a light flannel and your phone, you unlocked the heavy doors, and made your way outside.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, you shivered a little as the wind picked up. Looking between the road traveling to town, and the dense forest behind the bunker, you picked the forest, wanting to be as far away from humanity as possible.

The going was rougher than if you had picked the road. The ground was soft, full of vegetation, and you had to duck so the branches wouldn't scratch your head. But it was wonderful, the trees rustled in the wind, bringing up their woodsy smell that reminded you partly of Dean.

Stopping by a big fir tree, you took a moment to gaze in wonder at your surroundings, when you felt it. Ever since working at the club, you could always feel when someone was watching you, and that was the feeling you had right now, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms and neck.

Glancing to the left and the right, you tried to find out where it was coming from, but whoever it was was doing a great job of staying hidden. Considering running away, you decided you would be caught before you even came close to the bunker. Instead, you decided to act brave, which you did not feel like at all.

"Who's out there?" You yelled, trying to force yourself to stand your ground.

Seconds ticked by, and you wondered if you were being silly, that maybe your imagination was playing tricks on you. But when you turned, and ran into a black silk clad chest, you knew you had been right all along.

"Hello Darling. It's been a while." A familiar voice said, and you looked up, staring into the face of the King of Hell.