After ending Brigid's hold on both you and Dean, the three of you had booked it out of the hotel room, taking the back stairs to make sure you weren't seen by any of the hotel staff. Reaching back, Dean had grasped your hand, holding you tight to his side as he pushed past an older couple, out into the back alley.

"Sam, where's my car?" Dean asked, waiting impatiently for directions. When Sam pointed, Dean took off, your hand still secure in his. Almost a block later there she was, dirty from the hasty road trip, but a welcome sight after your dealings with Brigid.

"Oh Baby, how I've missed you." Dean whispered, glancing over his precious car, holding his hand out for the keys. "I hope Sam wasn't too rough with you."

"Dean, it's just a car." Sam grumbled, earning a raised eyebrow from Dean.

"Don't you say things like that to her. She's more than just a car, and I've never been happier to see her." Dean argued, unlocking the car so the three of you could climb in.

"Dean, it's late. Maybe we can find a room towards the end of town, spend the night before we head back to the bunker in the morning." Sam started to say, but Dean shook his head emphatically.

"No. I want to get as far away from this place as possible. We're heading home." He insisted, pulling away from the curb, and you agreed with him. You weren't ready for another hotel room. You wanted the comfort the bunker provided. It had quickly become your home, and you wanted to be back there as much as Dean did.

"Let me know if you want me to drive." Sam sighed, before taking out his headphones and settling against the side of the car. Propping your feet on the seat, you relaxed as Dean leaned forward, clicking on the radio. Bob Seger started playing softly on the radio, and you slowly felt yourself relaxing for the first time in days.

Your muscles were sore, your entire body drained of energy from dealing with Brigid. Having to fight against her hold had put a strain on your body, and you were ready to lay down and regroup. Your eyelids growing heavy, you leaned your head back, using your bundled-up coat as a pillow, letting sleep claim you.

Not sure how much later, you came to with a start, your heart pounding as you felt like your escape had been nothing more than a dream. That you were still back with Brigid. As the gentle motion of the Impala lulled you back into a sense of calmness. Peeking through one eye, you noticed the sky was still dark, but you now had Dean's coat laying over the top of you, acting as a blanket. Snuggling deeper into the warm coat, you took a deep sniff of Dean's familiar scent, which was quickly becoming your favorite scent in the world.

"Dean, I'm glad Y/N was able to break the Goddess's hold. But do you have any idea how she did it?" Sam was speaking softly, probably in an attempt to let you sleep.

"I'm not sure. She was just slowly able to resist it, especially once I had been taken. Maybe Brigid wasn't able to hold two people at once." Dean thought out loud. "I'm glad, because I think Brigid was going to use Y/N against me. She threatened her once, almost threw her out of the moving limo."

"Do you think maybe Y/N fought so hard because of you?" Sam asked, and you heard Dean scoff.

"Sam, sure, there's something between us. But I don't think Y/N will ever love me enough to actually fight a spell like that." Dean answered sadly, and your heart broke for the man. He had no idea how big of a spot he filled in your heart.

"Dean, I think you need to open your eyes. Y/N cares for you, immensely." Sam argued.

"Sure, she might care for me. But I've done nothing but push her away. You don't know some of the things I said while you were gone. I was ready for her to leave. I was not kind, and I'm not sure our relationship will ever be the same because of it."

"Dean, what did you do?" Sam asked, knowing how easy his brother found it to push people away. IT was easier than opening your heart to pain.

"I told her it should have been her taken, not you." Dean muttered, his voice full of pain. "I was a complete ass, and how can I expect her to forgive me? It's because of me she went with Brigid in the first place!"

With one eye barely open, you could see when he glanced back at you, making sure you were still asleep. Staying still, you waited a moment before his gaze returned to the road. "Dean, Y/N will forgive you. Give her a chance. Do not push her away like I know you're thinking about."

"I'll try. Because I really do want this to work with Y/N. She's so amazing. I don't know how I got so lucky when she set her sights on me." He answered, and you pretended to yawn, moving about in your seat. The conversation in the front of the car stopped suddenly as you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"How long was I out?" You asked, leaning forward and resting your arms on the back of the front seat.

"Couple of hours. Thought you would sleep more. You've been through a lot." Dean answered, his gaze on you through the rear-view mirror. "We've got about four more hours to go."

"Ugh." You groaned. "I want to be out of the car, and in my bed."

"Will stopping for a milkshake and a burger make you feel better?" Dean asked, a smile finally gracing his face.

"It will." You answered, just as a town's lights twinkled in the distance. "As long as we don't stay too long. I want to get home."

"Home sounds amazing." Dean agreed. "I can't wait to get home, where we can start again."

Wondering if he meant you and him, you nodded, ready to have some privacy with Dean so you could assure him he wasn't scaring you away that easy. Sure, he had said some things, but they had been in the heat of the moment, and you weren't going to hold them against him.

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