You grappled with an abysmal darkness that threatened to swallow you whole. Your fingers slipped through goo, your lips parting to scream, but it was useless. You were stuck in a void. Your eyes darted everywhere, trying to find a way out, trying to see a light amidst the perpetual black. It all seemed infinite and you felt your sanity begin to tear at the seams. Then your world began to grow grey and light began to pour in...
You gasped, inhaling deeply and startling the three other people in the room. Your fingers tore at your neck, nails scratching against your skin as you began to remember how to breathe, how to regain control of your body once again.
"Whoa, whoa, it's okay, sweetheart," a deep voice to your right grabbed the hand clawing at your chest and held it tightly away from you. "It's alright, you're fine."
You groaned, hanging your head until your chin was touching your sternum. You shut your eyes close tightly, trying to figure out what had happened, why you were being surrounded by familiar faces that sounded and looked so real.
You wailed in pain as the memories came flooding in. You remembered being promised your old body back in exchange for information about the Winchesters, being twisted and beaten raw until there was no trace of humanity left in you, you agreeing to betray the only humans you could have trusted with your life when you were alive.
Your head snapped up and you opened your eyes to look around the room you were in. Three men stood surrounding the bed you had been tucked into. They were all looking at you eagerly and you recognized two of them.
"D-Dean? Sam?" you gaped.
"Hey, Y/N," Sam smiled softly at you, leaning over to pat your leg softly. "How are you feeling?"
"Well, apart from the raging headache threatening to drive me to insanity, I'm doing alright," you cringed, prompting a few chuckles from the men.
"Hey, sweetheart," Dean's deep voice caused you to look to your right and you laid eyes on the man you had loved so long ago. "Nice to have you back."
"Dean," your hand rose automatically and came to rest on his cheek. "Hey."
Someone cleared their throat to your left and you looked at a young teenager awkwardly looking at you. He gave you a tiny, shy smile and a wave. "Hi, mom."
You inhaled sharply. Of course this was him. He was a carbon copy of Dean. "J-Jacob?"
"Mom," he got on his feet to lean down and embrace you tightly. You earnestly returned the hug and squeezed him tightly to you, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You laughed breathlessly, not quite believing that you had made it out of this unscathed. It all seemed too good to be true, but you resolved to not focus on that dark thought and held your son.
"Oh, my God, you're so handsome," you scoffed in disbelief, cupping his jaw and kissing his nose softly. "And so tall. Are you as tall as Sam?"
"Y-Yeah," Jake laughed while trying to hold back his tears. "I'm taller than dad. Uncle Sam and I make fun of him all the time."
Dean rolled his eyes and snorted, provoking you to burst out laughing. The three men subsequently join your peals and soon, you were all wiping tears away from your eyes. Everyone eventually quieted down and flashbacks of the harsh words you had said came running back to you. You winced and shook your head.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked softly, placing a warm hand on yours.
"I-I'm sorry," you glanced up at him before your eyes turned to Sam and then to Jacob's. "I'm so sorry for everything I said. I'm—"
"Hey, we know that wasn't your fault," Sam took a seat on your bed and rubbed a hand on your knee. "We've been dealing with demons basically our whole lives, Y/N. We're fine."
"Yeah, Y/N," Dean smiled comfortingly. "We all know it wasn't really you doing the talking."
"I still wish I could take it all back," tears began to form in your eyes and you glanced up at the ceiling to try to prevent them from brimming over.
"Hey, we're all going to forget about what happened yesterday," Sam tapped your knee. "It's fine."
You bit down on your lower lip, deciding not to argue against their vehement pleas for you to forget about what you had said to them while being a demon and decided to focus on Jake instead. You turned to him and smiled softly.
"I'm sorry, Jake," you murmured. "I'm sorry that I left and I'm sorry I wasn't there to watch you grow into such a handsome, young man."
"That's okay, mom," Jake took your hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly.
Dena got on his feet, announcing that he'd be in charge of making dinner while Jake stepped out of the room saying he needed to take a shower. Sam smiled as the two of you were left alone and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead.
"I'm glad to have you back, Y/N," he said.
"Thank you, for everything you have done, Sam," you squeezed his forearm.
"It's no problem, you know that Dean and I will always be here for you," he stroked your hair from your face. "Want to go to the living room and watch some T.V.?"
"Sounds great," you agreed, letting him help you up on your feet and lead the way.

Two days passed by peacefully, in which you got to know Jacob all over again and rekindled your love with Dean. Despite seventeen years having transpired, he still left a trail of heat wherever he touched you. Your eyes met quite often with his green ones and the looks he gave you were nothing short of smoldering and promising.
One night, you were beginning to pluck up the courage to step into his room and flirt a little when you heard a door slam, followed by angry, loud voices. You cringed and stepped into what Sam had told you was the library, eyes widening in fear at what you saw.
Dean and Jake stood nose-to-nose, chests heaving in ire and clenched fists shaking. They were arguing and you glanced around to notice that Sam was nowhere to be seen. Your hands trembled as you crossed your arms and tried to maintain yourself in check. It'd be no use to stop them from arguing if you couldn't even control yourself.
"You are not going out. Do you understand me?" Dean slammed his fist on the table.
"I am going out!" Jake declared. "You can't keep me in this fucking prison forever."
"It's dangerous out there, Jake, don't you fucking get it?" Dean threaded fingers through his hair in frustration. "Your mother just got cured and there's probably legions of demons trying to find her. We have to lay low."
"Look, dad, I get that you're trying to protect me, but I feel like I'm dying of suffocation," Jake shook his head. "Plus, no demon knows about me. For all we know, they only know about mom being with you two."
"I am not risking that," Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply as his eyes focused on you.
"D-Dean," your voice was hoarse as you spoke, a tinge of nervousness in it. Their heads snapped to look at you and immediately, their icy glares softened.
"Hey, I'm sorry about the racket, sweetheart," Dean grinned sheepishly. "Um—"
"You should just let him go out," you smiled softly at him, walking over to him and taking his hand in both of yours. "He's 16 and he's right, you shouldn't keep him in here all the time. I'd also go crazy."
"B-But, it's danger—"
"I know, but I trust that you've trained him well," you raised a challenging brow at him.
Dean snorted and shook his head affectionately at you. "Of course I trained my son well."
"Exactly, so he'll be fine," you turned to look at Jake and winked, prompting a wide smile from him.
"Fine," Dean sighed out before pointing a finger at Jake and speaking in a stern voice. "But be back by midnight, no later, not even a minute."
"Deal," Jake nodded before turning to you. His arms wrapped around you and he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Thanks, mom."
"Take care," you stroke his cheek lovingly. "And be back at midnight like your dad told you."
"Will be," with one last smile, Jake turned on his heels and walked out.
There was a moment of silence before you made your way to stand next to Dean, sighing softly. "Guess it's just you and me now," you winked up at him.
"Yeah," he gave you a tight-lipped smile, eyes darting to the door.
"Oh, Dean, come on, he'll be fine," you rested a hand on his arm.
"I just—doesn't he seem off to you?" he inquired, tilting his head slightly.
"I wouldn't know," you smiled sadly, looking at your feet. "I don't know him as well as you do."
Dean sighed at his words, closing his eyes briefly before turning towards you and nudging you chin up with his fingers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that—"
"I know you didn't," you reassured him, pushing his shoulder playfully. "What do you say you and I catch up on some movies I've missed over the last years?"
"That's a lot of catching up to do," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and you felt a shiver run down your spine. He moved in closer to you, his head leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You sighed out in pleasure, elated to finally feel Dean's mouth against your own. After pressing a few more kisses on your mouth, Dean pulled away and grinned softly, stroking your cheekbone with his calloused thumb.
"I'm gonna head to bed, sweetheart," he murmured. "You should, too."
You wanted him to invite you into his room, finding yourself too mortified to ask him yourself, and gnawed on your bottom lip before reacting. "Oh... Oh! Okay, yeah," you cleared your throat. "Goodnight, then, Dean."
You gave him a forced smile before turning around and scurrying out of the room, completely embarrassed. Dean bit the inside of his cheek as you walked away, wanting to do nothing more than ask you to spend the night with him, relive those moments that had happened more than 17 years ago. But there were more pressing things to worry about and Dean had a feeling that Jake hadn't been completely honest with him just then.
As stealthily as he could, Dean grabbed his keys and jacket, tiptoeing out of the bunker and into the garage. He quickly climbed into Impala and pulled out his phone. He sighed in relief as he located the GPS application, having turned on Jake's location once he began to suspect that something was up with his son and pulled out of the garage and onto the road. Halfway there, he realized that Jake wasn't where he said he was going to be and dialed Sam's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Sam, I need your help."
"What's up? What's wrong?" Sam grunted and Dean cringed, knowing he had interrupted Sam's night out.
"Uh... sorry for interrupting whatever you're up to, man," Dean groaned as he swerved to the right, following his phone's map. "But I think Jake is up to something and it's nothing good. He's in the middle of a nowhere with supposed friends, but I don't think—"
"I'm on my way," Sam stated before hanging up. He quickly glanced at the woman in bed with him, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes.
"Is something wrong?" she questioned.
"I actually have to go," Sam shot her a quick smile before getting on his feet and scrambling for his shirt. "Family emergency."
"Oh, well—"
The woman couldn't say anything else, Sam had already walked out of there. He also knew Jake inside out. He knew something was up with the teenager but had only expressed his suspicions to Dean. They were keeping an eye on him while you got better, not wanting to alarm you into thinking things were going wrong. Sam quickly clambered into the car and sped out of the motel's parking lot.

Dean approached the abandoned lot. A building similar to the one you had occupied as a demon stood before him, paint peeling and sign hanging loosely by the main entrance. He texted Sam and asked for his location, sighing in relief when Sam's headlights approached.
Both men got out of their cars simultaneously and met at the entrance of the building. They shared worried looks and fetched their knives. With a series of signals, they were able to quickly form a plan of attack and quietly stepped into the dilapidated building. It was eerily quiet and Dean's heart sank. He had a feeling that whoever had been in there already knew they were coming.
There was a rattle to their left and both men jumped, poised to attack whomever struck at them. Sam rolled his eyes as he saw a rat dart away.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Winchesters themselves," a cold voice made Dean and Sam scramble to find cover, only for their eyes to land on the lone figure standing in the middle of the warehouse.
"J-Jake?" Dean asked, breathless with disbelief.
"Jake isn't here at the moment," Jake's face distorted into a malevolent sneer. "Would you like to leave a message, dad?"
"What do you want?" Sam squared his shoulders, glaring at the demon.
"Well, I mostly want all of the Winchesters dead, but," it clicked its tongue. "I have to abide by my master's rules. But I don't doubt I'll get to see the life seep out of you lot soon enough."
"Alright, look, I think we can come to a deal," Dean dropped his knife as he approached his possessed son. "If we come with you, can you let this young man go?"
"Let a Winchester go?" the demon snorted. "As if. I've hit the jackpot. Do you know the reward that awaits me?"
"Please, you can do whatever you want with us," Dean sighed tiredly. "But let him go."
"I can't do that," the creature shook his head, looking always pitiful before sneering and snapping his fingers. Six other demons emerged from the shadows and began to close in on the Winchesters.
"Jake is screaming inside," the demon cackled. "He's throwing quite a tantrum, it's entertaining."
"Leave him alone!" Dean roared. The creature made to cringe only to erupt into maniacal giggles.
"Why don't you just drop the façade of caring for your boy, Dean? I mean, we all know that you don't care for anyone. Jakey here has shown me just how much you despise him, treating him like a fool and a prisoner. A boy his age needs to go out and have fun, and yet you leave him in that place you call a home and pretend as if nothing's wrong with the way you treat him. You're pathetic."
"You don't know anything," Sam growled.
"Oh, and you do?" the demon gasped before snorting loudly. "Uncle Sam who thinks that by sacrificing himself, he can redeem all the wrong things he has done. Oh, please, no one can forgive you for what you've done, the blood you have spilled, the countless lives that have been lost because of you."
"Stop!" Dean screamed, tears making way down his cheeks. "We'll do anything, just stop!"
"Take them!" the demon commanded. It was only a few seconds and both Winchesters lunged at the demons closing in on them. Dean hit the ground with one of the demons, pinning the creature belly down and plunging the knife into its back. Having no time to make sure the weapon had done its job, Dean focused on another demon attacking him.
Dean could hear Sam's grunts, struggling to keep the demons from annihilating either one of them. Dean impatiently stabbed the demon's neck before turning towards the spot where Jake had been standing.
"D-Dad," Jake's voice took him back to when the teenager was six years old and afraid of what was in his closet.
"Jake, hold on," Dean kicked at one of his attackers, leaving the killing to Sam and approached his son. "It's alright," he cupped Jake's face, smiling comfortingly as he panted.
"No," Jake's voice was suddenly steely and Dean jerked back. But it was too late, the demon's fist had connected with Dean's jaw and the knife clattered on the ground as it fell several feet from Dean's collapsed form.
The demon climbed on top of Dean, landing punches whenever it could. Dean struggled against it, flung his arms whichever way to avoid getting hit, grunting in pain when a particular punch jabbed at his nose. Dean knew he could overpower the demon, but this was Jake's body and he couldn't hurt his son like that.
All of a sudden, the punches ceased. Reluctantly, Dean brought his arms down from his face and glanced up. His heart sank as he recognized Jake. He had somehow obtained control of his body and was unfurling his fingers from the tight fists that had been striking at Dean.
"S-Son," Dean rasped out.
"Dad," Jake sobbed. "Dad, I can't fight him for so long."
"Jake..."
"Dad, I love you. I love mom. I love Uncle Sam. I-I couldn't have asked for someone better to raise me."
"N-No, no, no, no, Jake!"
It was too late. Jake had thrown himself on the floor and grabbed Ruby's knife, sinking it into his stomach. Dean cried out as the demon within Jake crackled and glowed before it was gone. Dean crawled over to his teenage son, scrambling to gather him into his arms and stroke hair back from his face.
"Jake, son, you gotta stay with me," Dean begged, tears falling from his eyes and on Jake's forehead.
"D-Dad," Jake spluttered, smiling up at his father. "D-Dad, I love you."
"No, no, you can't—Sam! Sam, call an ambulance! No, Jake, you gotta hold on!" Dean brought him close to his chest, crying into Jake's hair.
Jake tried to stay awake, tried to not give into the darkness blurring out his vision, but it was futile. He promised he'd close his eyes for only a few seconds and everything turned black.