The cabin was quiet, the three of you busy trying to translate the creepy, ancient book. Sam was at work on his computer, while Charlie had one of her code books out. You were currently going through all the paperwork Dean had brought from the bunker, when you landed on something.

"Hey guys, I think this might be important." You said, startling both Charlie and Sam. They placed their work down before moving your way.

"Is it about the book because I've found nothing so far on the laptop." Sam said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You shook your head. "Not really. It's more about the guys following Charlie. They have an entire file on them in here." You explained. "They're called the Steins, and they have a long, evil bloodline. Did your guy have this tattoo?" You asked, showing Charlie the picture.

"Yeah he did." She answered. 

" Supposedly they are in charge with protecting this book, so I know they aren't going to give up easily. But I hope you lost them because from what I've read, they scare the crap out of me." You told her, shivering at the thought.

"Hopefully I did, because I agree. Those men were horrible. But what.." She startled, but then the three of you heard the roar of the Impala, followed by Dean rushing into the cabin, his hands empty of the snacks he was supposed to be getting.

You stared at him, noticing that he looked roughened up. His hair was ruffled, his coat had a rip in it, and you were pretty sure there was blood on his shirt. "Dean, what the hell happened to you?" You asked.

He locked the door, before closing all the curtains and shutting off the lights, leaving the fire as the only light. "I met the Steins. They're probably on their way here now." 

You gasped, not wanting to have anything to do with those men. "What should we do?" You asked, wanting to keep busy so you didn't have to think about what might happen.

Dean had his knife out as he glanced out the window. "Burn the damned book." He said, but nobody moved to follow his orders. "It's what they're after. We need to burn it, get rid of all that evil before it falls into the wrong hands." 

"But Dean, that would be burning the only hope we have so far." Sam argued, but by the set of Dean's shoulders you knew he wasn't going to accept any substitutes.

"I don't care. I don't want the chance that this level of evil will get into the wrong hands just because I wanted to be saved. Now burn it!" He said, just as a shot came through the window near Charlie. The three of you took up your positions, each one armed with a knife, but Dean had his gun with him. Sam was moving to where the book laid, grabbing it off the table, just as the door burst open, and men flooded inside.

You went to guard Sam, who was moving towards the fire, while Charlie and Dean battled the other two. You heard one, the leader, arguing, saying he would let everyone live if we just handed the book over.

You turned your back on Sam for a moment, seeing movement out of the corner of your eye. A tall, blonde haired man was rushing towards you, with bare hands. You waited, your knees bent, until he was close, and then you sprung, lowering your shoulder and rushing him. The two of you grappled, and for a moment you thought you were going to lose. He was strong, inhumanely strong, and he had his hand wrapped around your throat, lifting you up. You struggled for a moment, but you were able to swing your knife up, sticking it deep into his chest. He dropped you, but he didn't stagger, or fall to the floor. He smiled at you, pulling the knife out of his shoulder, but his smile disappeared when he looked at Sam.

"Son, I wouldn't do that." He said, his southern drawl deep. You turned to see Sam drop a clothed bundle onto the hot coals of the fire. He came charging at Sam, shoving you in the process, and you almost fell to the floor, but you were able to catch yourself. Glancing around the room, you noticed Dean was done with his person, who laid on the floor, bleeding pouring from his neck.

You pointed at Charlie, and Dean went to help her, while you turned to help Sam. He was holding his own against the strong man, but you still ran in, grabbing the iron fire poker, swinging it as hard as you could against the man's head. He dropped to the floor, and you and Sam stood there, chests heaving.

Dean and Charlie came to stand by you, both a little bloodied and bruised, but otherwise fine. "We should go. There could be more." Charlie warned, and you agreed. She went to grab her stuff, and you started packing up the notes and the laptop, while Dean drug the bodies outside. Sam went to shut down the fire, and within moments the four of you were ready to go. 

"Hey Charlie? Want someone to drive you back to the bunker?" Dean asked, but she shook her head.

"That's alright. I have some things I need to do. Like sleep for a week. I should be fine, now that those guys are gone." She said, giving each of you a hug. You were sad to see her go, but you understood where she was coming from. 

The three of you followed behind her in the Impala, all the way to the main road, where she turned left while Dean turned right. The trip was quiet, each of you staring out into the darkness,  lost in thought. You were disappointed that the book hadn't worked out, but you were also a little relieved. If someone as bad as the Steins were after it, you weren't sure you wanted it translated. But now, Dean was stuck with the Mark, and you were back at square one.

Once Dean parked the Impala back at the bunker, the three of you went your separate ways. Dean went into the library, no doubt to pour himself whiskey, while Sam went straight to his room. You made your way to the kitchen, wanting a midnight snack before you fell asleep. You were in the middle of making a sandwich when Dean came through the door. "I'm hitting the sack. You coming?"

Placing a slice of cheese on the bread, you shook your head no. "Not yet. I'm making a sandwich. Want me to make you one?"

"I'm good. Thanks though. Hurry up and come to bed Y/N." He told you, his eyes dark with exhaustion. He left, and you sat down at the table, taking a bite of your sandwich before you had another visitor.

"Hey Sam." You said, your voice soft. He smiled at you before grabbing a cup and pouring himself a glass of milk. He sat across from you, and the two of you enjoyed your food in silence, but you knew something was bugging him.

Finally, he came out with it. "Y/N, I need to tell you something. Please don't judge me." He said, his hazel eyes serious and pleading.

You sat your sandwich down, your attention fully on Sam. "Of course Sam. You're my best friend, I won't judge you."

He fiddled with his empty glass a moment before continuing. "Well, you saw me burn the book right?" He asked, and you nodded. "What if I told you it wasn't the Book of the Damned?" He said, wincing as he waited for your reaction.

"What?" You asked, not sure you had heard him correctly. "Does that mean you still have it?" 

He nodded. "It's in a locked box, in my room. Y/N, we were so close, I couldn't burn it. I need it translated. I need my brother back." He told you, before dropping his head, and placing it in his hands, and you could only sit and stare at him, wondering what was going to happen now.