The first couple of days you were separated weren't too hard to deal with. You slept as late as you wanted, sometimes sleeping all day. It felt great to your body and your mind. Cas had done a great job healing you, with no bruise, cut or gash left behind, but you were still sore and weak. The sleep gradually eased them away, and you then found yourself moving around the bunker, taking time to notice the little changes that had taken place since you had been gone.

Not much had changed, but there were subtle changes in the kitchen and the library, with newer books, or cups, items most people wouldn't notice, but you did. Because every night you were locked into your room at the club, you pictured the bunker, walking through each room in your mind, trying to take your mind off of what you had seen, or been subjected to that day. You would gradually walk each room in your mind, making sure you didn't forget each small item, the funky ancient statue giving you as much comfort as Dean's green coat that was hanging by the stairs. It was the little things that made the bunker a home, and those had been the things you had clung on to, because you needed something. If you hadn't, you probably would have gone crazy a long time ago.

But now you knew all the new little changes by heart, and you were growing bored. Sam had only texted you a handful of times, each one saying the same thing. Hope everything is okay, we are working things out here. That was it, all you heard from them. You didn't expect anything different, but it was always short and to the point, and you had just wished for more. For him to say how Dean was doing, if they were coming back soon. Ask if you've had any more nightmares lately, if you were slowly regaining your strength. You felt so left out of the loop, and you felt responsible. Of course you've had more nightmares, it was going to be a while before they ever went away, if they ever did. But you could work past them, given an opportunity.

At first, you had been grateful for the time apart, knowing from the beginning that it was probably in everyone's best interests. But now, after you've had time to sit and think, and grow bored, you wanted nothing more than to see Dean's face again. You contemplated calling them, but you didn't want to push things too fast. Instead, you turned to cleaning, hoping that would keep your mind off of things. Turning the radio up as loud as you could, you sang along to the silly songs that came across, shaking your hips as you dusted, and disinfected. It had been too long since the place had a good cleaning, and you found yourself slowly enjoying the work.

Time passed, and soon the entire bunker gleamed in the lamplight, smelling of lemons instead of dust, grime, and something else you didn't want to contemplate. Wiping a hand across your sweat covered brow, you grab a cold beer, taking a long swallow before turning to your phone. You hardly ever checked it now, the only people you ever really cared about were together, and they weren't texting you or calling you very often. You had one text, from the person you least expected it from. It was a simple, and quick text, but the sight of it brought a gigantic smile to your eyes.

Sitting down at the table, you noticed the simple hi had come over an hour ago. Sighing, you hoped he hadn't given up on a reply, and was even more upset know. You quickly replied a simple hi back, waiting to see if he would respond, and if he did, how.

Sipping your beer, you waited, almost giving up to go take a shower when your phone buzzed again. You glanced down at the words, smiling when you read it was from Dean again. I was worried when it took so long for you to text back. You quickly sent of another reply, explaining that you had been cleaning, not ignoring him. It felt so nice to talk to him, even if it wasn't face to face, it was a place to start.

Cleaning? You've been cleaning? What else have you been up to? He texted, and you felt your heart flip as you realized he had been teasing you.

Getting used to the bunker again, sleeping. Being bored. You? Was your reply back, enjoying the back and forth conversation that you had been missing for so long, even if it seemed a little awkward.

His reply was instant. Driving, trying to sleep through Sammy's snoring. Thinking about you, wondering how you are?

I'm doing so much better, but I miss you. What about you? Are you doing better? You asked, wondering if the mark was still affecting him, and if he was letting his memories eat him alive.

I'm surving. Was his reply. It was immediately followed by another text. Sammy found us a case. We head there tomorrow.

A case? I thought you were taking it easy? You quickly replied, a little upset they were planning on working a case without you.

I'm bored, I need to work. Then we will be home. I will keep you informed. Was his reply, not surprising you at least. Dean was never happy unless there was another case lined up.

Please be safe. You texted back, wondering how you were going to keep yourself occupied while they were hunting.

I will, but i wasn't sure my safety mattered to you anymore. Was his response, and it broke your heart that Dean thought you had already given up on him.

Dean, I love you. Of course your safety matters to me, I want you to come back to me in one piece. You shot back.

But how can you still love me, even after everything? The nightmares?" He replied, and you were glad this conversation was not happening face to face because if it was you probably would have punched him.

The nightmares aren't just about you. And I will always love you, no matter what. No arguments. It might take me time to get comfortable around you again, but you haven't lost my love. Now go kill whatever monster your after, and come back home. You typed quickly, before pressing send.

A reply didn't come back, and you felt yourself sighing, knowing that you had a hard, uphill battle on your hands. Because making Dean believe in himself, and your relationship, while fixing your fears, was going to be hard. But you were ready to fight.