Part 2 for 

Relaxing back on your bed, you couldn't be more happy to be back home. You were completely exhausted, your body sore from having the asthma attack, and you knew it would take a couple of days on top of that to start to feel better. Dean was currently chained in the dungeon of the Bunker, which made your heart heavy. Dean was your knight in shining armor, always had been, and you hated seeing him like that. Which is probably the reason that Sam had banned you from that room, making you go back to your room while he ran the cure.

Dean's cries rang throughout the bunker, and you wanted nothing more than to cover your ears and pretend you couldn't hear them. Sometimes the moments of silence were harder to take than the cries, and you found yourself multiple times stepping out of your room, needing to see if he was alright, or if the cure had killed him. 

A couple of hours after Sam had started, you heard footsteps heading your way, and you peeked out, seeing an exhausted looking Sam coming your way. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you silently into the kitchen, where the two of you munched on sandwiches. "I don't know if it's working." He finally admitted, the look of defeat breaking your heart.

"Sam, it's the only things we know of. Dean wouldn't want to be a Demon. And I know part of him is still in there." You assured him, wanting your Dean back.

"But what if there isn't? What if we are just slowly torturing him until he dies?" Sam continued on, worried for his big brother. Both of you seemed lost without Dean there for guidance, both missing your big brother something fierce. 

"Wouldn't our Dean rather be dead, than be a Demon?" You questioned him, and with a grimace Sam nodded. "So it's worth a shot."

"Why don't you head back to your room? Cas is coming, and I need to administer another dose to Dean." Sam suggested tiredly, but you didn't want to hide anymore.

"No, I can help you. He's my brother too." You insisted, following him as he made his way to the dungeon. Staying behind him as he opened the door, your heart broke for what you saw inside. Dean was shackled to the the chair, his head lolling to the side. You wanted to rush forward, to make sure he was still alive, but Sam placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. 

"We don't know if he's truly out." Sam warned you. 

"Please. I'll be careful." You pleaded, and with a sigh, Sam nodded, handing you a flask of holy water. Carefully walking up, you stepped into the devil's trap, but still Dean stayed still. With a shaking hand, you reached up, touching fingers to his neck. His pulse was there, slow and steady. 

Feeling sorry for him, you placed your hand on his cheek, ignoring the hum of disapproval coming from Sam in the background. Before you could react, Dean was moving, his face dangerously close to yours. "Y/N, get away, now!" He growled low in his throat, and you could tell he was fighting with himself. Struggling against the holds in the chair, his head rolled back before coming back to look at you. What was once a beautiful pair of green eyes were now black onyx, and his face was contorted in rage.

Squealing, you went to move back, losing your footing and falling on your butt right in front of Dean. "Y/N, I rescued you once. Don't expect me to spare your life again. I've grown tired of always having to save your pathetic little life."

Sam grabbed you by the arm, pulling you out of the devil's trap as you tried not to let Dean's words sink in. "Dean, it's not you talking." You tried assuring yourself as Sam helped you to your feet.

"Of course it's me. It's just the thoughts that I keep bottled deep inside. Do you know why I saved you back in that bar? It's because I felt so sorry for you, the pathetic little sister who always follows her brothers around like a lost puppy. Without Sam and I you would have been dead a long time ago."

With tears in your eyes, you pushed past Sam, rushing to your room, Dean's words digging deep into your heart. Throwing yourself on your bed, you let the tears flow, your heart breaking not just for Dean, but also for yourself. Because Dean's words were always what you had feared, that you were always the tag along, always needing to be saved by them. Especially with your asthma. Slowly, you cried yourself to sleep, your pillow wet from your tears. 

"Y/N, wake up!" Sam exclaimed, roughly shaking your shoulder. Waking quickly, you rubbed your puffy and sore eyes, staring at your brother. 

"Sam, what is it?" You asked tiredly, missing the frantic look in his eyes.

"Dean's escaped. Cas is on his way, but please, just hide while I try to contain him." Sam pleaded with you.

"Sure, okay." You promised him as he rushed out of the room. Your heart racing, you went to head Sam's words when your door slammed open, and in walked Dean, with a hammer in his hands.

"Thought I'd find you here. Surprised you aren't hiding yet." Dean drawled, his voice even different now that he was a Demon.

"Dean, please. We're just trying to help you!" You exclaimed frantically as he grabbed you roughly by the arm, pulling you off of your bed.

"Well, you're going to help me now." He warned, pulling you out of your bedroom and down the hall. All the main lights were off, except for the red flashing warning light, fitting your panicked state perfectly.

His hand wrapped tightly around your arm, he pulled you along, your bare feet sliding across the cold tile. "Sammy, I think I've got something you might want to save!" Dean yelled, his deep voice echoing off of the walls.

"Dean please!" You kept pleading, your cries falling unnoticed by your big brother. Pushing you down another hallway, you hoped Sam wouldn't come to your rescue. Dean's Demonic hatred manifested towards his brother, and you had a feeling Dean could overtake Sam. Especially with Sam's hurt shoulder.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled again, before you heard footsteps coming down the other hallway. "There he is. Coming to your rescue once again. Don't you get tired of having your big brothers rescuing you?" He whispered next to your ear, before pulling you in front of him, wrapping his large hands around your neck. Stepping into the main part of the hallway, he waited for Sam to join you.

"Dean, Y/N has nothing to do with this. Let her go!" Sam ordered, but you could feel Dean's deep chuckle against your back.

"I think not. She's pretty good leverage, isn't she? Our poor pathetic sister." Dean taunted.

Sam raised his hand, the Demon knife gleaming in his hand. "Dean, leave her alone. Your beef is with me."

Suddenly Dean squeezed his hands tighter around your neck, cutting off your air supply. "Sam, I'm not going to let her go until you drop that knife."

Shaking your head at Sam, you pleaded with him. "Sam, don't listen to him! No matter what happens to me, you need to fight to save him!" 

With a grim look on his face, Sam took a step forward. Growling, Dean took a step back with you, as black dots filled your vision and your knees went lack. Soon the only thing holding you up was the grip on your neck, and your head started to roll back.

"No." Dean whispered, looking down at you, quickly releasing his hold on you and you fell to the floor with a thud. Taking in huge, gasping breaths, you scooted to the side, just as Cas came from behind Dean, grabbing him and holding him tight. Sam hurried to your side, helping you to your feet.

"Are you okay?" He asked, wincing at the red marks already forming on your neck. Nodding weakly, you stepped back, away from him. He didn't need to be worrying about you, not when Dean was the one who needed the help.

"I'll be fine. Go help him, please." You pleaded, your already sore throat hurting even more, the words coming out strangled. Using the wall for support, you made your way to the library, where you grabbed a glass and poured yourself a generous amount of whiskey. Taking a sip, you winced as the strong liquor burned your tender throat before numbing it. Sitting down heavily in one of the chairs, you stared off into space, your mind on Dean's words, wondering if maybe he was right. If it was time for you to go off on your own, to make your own life without having to always rely on your brothers.

It scared you to think about leaving your brothers behind. They had always been your rock, raised you more than your Dad ever had. But maybe it was time.

You weren't sure how long you had stayed that way, but you knew you had filled your glass a couple more times, creating a nice warm buzz in your system. The red light had long stopped flashing, but still the library stayed dark. Unwilling to move from your spot, you leaned against the table, placing your head in your hands. Staying that way until a hand touched you gently on your shoulder. "Y/N, it's over." Sam said softly.

"And is he?" You asked the question you were afraid to hear the answer to. 

"He's back. We've got our Dean back." Sam said happily, pulling you into a hug. Resting your cheek on his shoulder, you felt yourself relaxing fully for the first time in almost a month. 

Still smiling, Sam pulled back. "I'm going to go take a shower, change clothes. Cas is still in there with him. He's still out of it, but he's no longer a Demon."

Watching Sam walk away, you sunk back down in the chair. Wanting to go see your brother more than anything, you forced yourself to stay put. You knew the second you walked in there he would start making excuses for what he had said, and you didn't want to put him through that. Instead, you poured yourself more whiskey, planning on getting as drunk as possible.

It wasn't even five minutes later you heard footsteps coming up the stairs, Dean slowly making his way towards you. He looked exhausted, with his eyes bleak and his shoulders stooped, no longer carrying the cocky personality from when he was a Demon. 

Sitting quietly you watched him, waiting to see what he would do. Silently, he grabbed the decanter of whiskey, pouring himself a small glass before sitting in front of you. "How's your throat?" He asked, keeping his gaze down.

"I'll live. Thank you for pulling me out of the smoke." You answered him, before taking another sip.

"Y/N, I just want you to know...I remember everything I did as a Demon. And nothing hurts me as much as remembering the words I said to you. They were rude, and uncalled for, and definitely not true."

You could feel the pressure behind your eyes, telling you tears were on their way. "Dean, you don't have to apologize. I know that you and Sam have had to save me so many times. Not only with monsters, but with my asthma as well. I've never been as strong as the two of you, and I hate that you have to always be there for me." You admitted, as the first tear fell.

With a sigh of frustration, Dean was standing up, pulling you into his arms where he hugged you tightly. "Y/N please, don't ever think that. Yeah Sam and I might have had to save you a couple of times, but do you know how many times you've saved me?"

Scoffing at his words, you tried to pull away, but he made you look into his eyes, where there was nothing but love and honesty. "I mean it. Whenever I feel like I'm in too deep, or my life sucks, all I need is a smile or a hug from you, and I feel better. It might sound cheesy, but it's true. You're always there to lend a shoulder to Sammy and I when we need it, and to me that is more important than anything else."

"But Dean..." You started arguing, not knowing what you were going to say.

"Y/N, I know Demon me was a dick. But all of those things he said, I promise you they weren't from me. If they were I wouldn't have helped you in that smoke. Or fought so hard to keep myself from strangling you. Sam and I, we both need you."

Throwing your arms around Dean, you let the feel of his strong arms around you comfort you as you tried to come back from all the emotional stress you had been through the last couple of days. "Dean, please tell me if I ever get to be a burden. I never want that to happen."

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head before resting his chin, you heard him speak quietly. "Y/N, you will never be a burden to me. You're family, and I love you."