After Dean was bodily removed, you scrambled for purchase on the slick table, finally half sliding, half falling off the other side, using the table as a shield from the scuffle that was happening on the floor near by.

Taking stock of your injuries, you knew that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Of course you were going to be covered in bruises, but you had been lucky. If Sam hadn't shown up when he had, it made you shudder to even think about it.

Using one of the chairs as cover, you tied your shirt together, trying to cover your exposed self as much as possible. It wasn't easy, Dean had done quite the job on it, but soon you were able to turn into some sort of a midriff top. At least it covered the important bits.

Glancing across the table you saw Sam pinning Dean to the ground, his muscles flexing under his red and grey plaid shirt showing how hard he had to work to keep Dean pinned.

You quietly crept around the table, your eyes on the fighting brothers the entire time. Sam was working hard on restraining his brother, all the while trying to talk him down from his rage. Dean, on the other hand, was completely in the red zone, his face full of rage and aggression. His lips were open in a snarl, and for a moment you could have sworn his eyes were black.

Dean was tossing and turning his head, trying to find a way to overtake his brother. As he turned his head, he noticed you, and growled, trying anew to get out from under his brother. Sam's gaze followed his brother, and he noticed you standing there, your face already bruising.

"Y/N, go to your room. Lock the door. Everything will be fine here." Sam yelled at you, before turning his attention back to his raging brother. Usually you weren't one to run from a fight, but you figured this time it would be in your best interest, seeing how you were already bruised and battered.

Throwing a glance over your shoulder as you raced down the hallway, you saw Sam take a mean jab to the shoulder, but soon you were too far down the hallway to notice anything else.

Rushing into your room, you slammed the door shut, before twisting the lock, making sure it was safe. Then you laughed to yourself, this was Dean with the Mark, a simple door lock wouldn't keep him out.

Plopping down on the edge of your bed, you took deep breaths, trying to calm your racing but troubled heart. Because as much as you wanted to hate him for what he did, you still knew that it was the Mark in charge, not your old Dean.

Your eyes closed, you felt yourself start to relax, your heart beat slowing down as you stepped away from all the trauma that had so recently happened.

Needing to clean the Marks residue from your skin, you stripped on the way to your own private bathroom, one of the few rooms lucky enough to have one. Turning the water faucet to hot, you step under the waters scalding spray, letting the water cleanse your skin. Seconds turned into minutes, and still you stayed that way, your eyes closed, your back taking the pounding pressure of the water.

Once the water started cooling, you grab your washcloth and started scrubbing. Everywhere Dean had touched, you scrubbed, until the already forming bruises were red and angry looking. Only then did you shut the water off, stepping out and wrapping yourself in one of the bunkers old scratchy towels.

Checking to make sure your room was empty, it was still Dean's room also, you opened some drawers and grabbed the first things you could touch. It ended up being a pair of baggy , faded blue sweatpants, and one of your favorite tees, an old Ramones band tshirt that was faded, the hem loose in multiple parts. Comfy clothes, a perfect choice after your ordeal.

Wrapping your hair in the towel, you climbed into bed, leaning your back against the headboard, fully exhausted from today's experiences. Your eyes closed, you drifted in and out of consciousness, only the fear of Dean breaking into the room keeping you tethered to consciousness.

After feeling your head nod off for the third time, you took the towel off your hair and threw it into the corner, a problem for another day. Planning on turning the light off and falling into oblivion, you were surprised, and a little nervous to hear a knock at the door.

Looking around for any sort of weapon, you relaxed when Sam's voice came through the heavy wooden door. "Y/N, are you awake? I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Unlocking the door, you stepped back to let Sam in, checking the hallway to make sure Dean wasn't with him. As soon as Sam was fully in the room, you shut it, turning the lock once again.

Sam looked a little worse than before, his plaid shirt ripped and bloody in spots, his lip busted, and a shiner forming on his right eye.

As you sat down on the edge of the bed, he gave you a reassuring smile before lifting his hand and gently cupping your bruised cheek, the movement sweet and soft, contradicting his large hands.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you here with him by yourself." Sam started to say, but you shushed him.

"Sam stop it. We both weren't sure what he was capable of. But I know it was the mark, not Dean. We just need to hurry and kill Abbadon, then the mark will be gone and my Dean will be back."

Sam lowered his hand, and keeping his gaze pointed down, answered you. "I'm amazed at how much belief you have in him. He almost raped you an hour ago, and here you are, still defending him."

You take his hand in yours, gently squeezing it. "Because that wasn't him back there, not really. It was the Mark needing an outlet, something to feed it."

"I hope so. Because the Dean I know would have never done anything like that. I'm so sorry you had to go through that." He apologized again.

Just then a smile crossed his face, and he glanced up at you, hope in his eyes. "After all this I forgot to tell you."

His excitement rubbing off on you, you let go of his hand and stood up, your hands on your hips as you not so patiently waited for his news. "What Sam? What didn't you tell me? After today I could really use some good news."

Sam stood up, placing both hands on your shoulders. It was then you realized how much Sam meant to you, he was like a brother, a close friend, something you've never really had before. Something you didn't want to lose, someone besides Dean that you would do anything for.

"I found her. I've been able to locate Abaddon."