Dean was standing by a doorway, looking at (y/n)'s dead  body, sadly. Bobby arrives, holding a bucket of fried chicken.  "Dean? Brought you this back." Bobby said to him. "No, thanks. I'm fine." Dean mutters. "You should eat something." Bobby tells him. "I said I'm fine." Dean said, roughly, and he takes a swig from a bottle of whiskey.

"How's Sam?" He asked Bobby. "He's doing better. He's resting right now." Bobby said and Dean nods as he continues to stare at (y/n)'s body. "Dean...I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time...we bury (y/n)?" Bobby asked him. "No." Dean said, firmly. "We could...maybe..." Bobby said. "What? Torch her corpse? Not yet." Dean said, calmly.

"I want you to come with me." Bobby said to Dean. "I'm not going anywhere." Dean said. "Dean, please." Bobby pleads and Dean turns to him, sharply. "Would you cut me some slack?" He growls at Bobby, angrily.

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help." Bobby said and Dean snorts. "Something big is going down – end-of-the world big." Bobby said. "Well, then let it end!" Dean yells.

"You don't mean that." Bobby said and Dean gets up and stands in Bobby's face. "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here." Dean yells at him and Bobby stands there, shaking his head.

"Go!" Dean yells, shoving Bobby. Then he stops. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go." Dean said to him, contritely. "You know where I'll be." Bobby said as he turns away. He turns his back on Dean and leaves the room. Dean swallows hard, and looks at (y/n)'s body; a tear falls from his eye.

Later, he stands near the bed that (y/n)'s body was on. "You know...before he died, your dad called me and said he wanted to meet me. We met up at a diner and he told me about his diagnosis. He said I was the first person to know about his cancer as he hadn't told you or my dad about it yet." Dean said then he takes a sip of whiskey again and sets the bottle down.

"Anyway, he told me that he had a job for me. I asked him what it was and he said After I die, I want you to watch over (y/n) and protect her. You're one of, if not the only, person I trust to watch over her. Can you promise me that? And I told him I would. I told him he could trust me. I had two jobs, watching you and Sam...And I screwed up one of them." Dean said then he stops and looks down as he bites his lips.

"I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." He said and he wipes tears from his face. "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. I let your dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" Dean said then he begins to cry. "What am I supposed to do? (Y/n). God." He mutters, tearfully. "What am I supposed to do?" He asked then he inhales sharply.

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" He yells in anger.

That night, Dean drives recklessly, looking pale and determined, down the pavement then he turns off to a dirt road. He stops on a dirt road and inserts several items into a box, including a fake photo ID of himself. He buries the box in the middle of a crossroads and stands.

Several seconds pass in silence, as he looks right and left. "Oh come on already. Show your face, you bitch!" Dean growls, impatiently. Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a black dress appears. "Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors." She said and Dean turns to her as she flashes red eyes for a moment. 

"Dean. It is so, so good to see you." She said and she inhales sharply. "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your dad and your little girlfriend killed. Your heart shattered to pieces. It's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment." She said and she walks to Dean, face to face. "Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses." She said.

"I should send you straight back to hell." Dean said, with a growl. "Oh, you should. But you won't. And I know why." The demon said. "Oh yeah?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little (y/n) back from the dead, and—let me guess— you're offering up your own soul?" She asked.

"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. All you got to do is bring (y/n) back. And give me ten years—ten years, and then you come for me." Dean said. "You must be joking." The demon said in disbelief.

"That's the same deal you give everybody else." Dean said to her. "You're not everybody else." She said then she leans in to Dean's ear. "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway." She said and Dean nods.

"Nine years."

"No."

"Eight." Dean said and the demon laughs. "You keep going, I'll keep saying no." She said. "Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer— five years or no deal." Dean said and the demon leans in said for a kiss but stops and whispers. "Then no deal." 

"Fine." Dean said.

"Fine." The demon said and she walks away. "Make sure you bury (y/n) before she starts stinking up the joint." The demon said and Dean flinches. "Wait." He said and the demon stops in her tracks. "It's a fire sale, and everything must go." She said, softly.

"What do I have to do?" Dean asked in a desperate voice. "First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff." The demon said as she turns back to Dean. "Look...Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a...puppy. You're just too fun to play with." She said then she sighs. "I'll do it." She said.

"You'll bring her back?" Dean asked her, shocked. "I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year, and one year only. But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. (Y/n) drops dead. She's back to rotten meat in no time. So...It's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?" The demon asked him. Dean grabs the demon and kisses her to seal the deal.

Back at the abandoned house, (y/n)'s eyes open wide and she sits up on the mattress, looking around, confused, and breathing heavily.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I stand in front of a mirror, examining my back, wincing in pain. I could see that there was a scar on my back. I stare at it when the door opens and Dean enters the room. "(Y/n)?Thank God." He whispers. "Hey." I said as I lower my shirt and turn to him. 

Then Dean comes up to me and wraps his arms around me then he leans in and kisses me. I was shocked by this but all I could think about was Finally! and I kiss him back as I place my arms around his neck.

After a few minutes of us sharing this kiss, we pull back and stare at each other in the eyes. "Well, that's one helluva a way to say hello." I said, laughing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, (y/n). I'm just...I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all." Dean said and I smirk a bit. "Don't be sorry." I said and I lean up and kiss him, lightly, on the lips and he kisses back until we break it. 

"Come on, sit down." Dean said to me and he takes my hand as we go to sit down. "Okay. Dean...what happened to me?" I asked him. "Well, what do you remember?" Dean asked me. "I-I saw you and Bobby, and...I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like...white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and...that's about it." I replied as I try to think back.

"Yeah, that— that kid, stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood, you know....It was pretty touch and go for awhile." Dean said. "But Dean, you can't— you can't patch up a wound that bad." I said to him. "No, Bobby could. Who was that kid, anyway?" Dean asked me. "His name's Jake. Did you get him?" I asked. "No, he disappeared into the woods." Dean said.

"Where's Sam?" I asked as I look around. "He's with Bobby. Jake attacked him but he wasn't badly injured like you." Dean said. "We got to find Jake, Dean. And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart." I grolwed and I stand up with Dean following suit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Van Damme. You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" He asked me and I nod. "I'm starving. Come on." Dean said to me and he takes my hand again and we head out.

"And that's when you guys showed up." I said as Dean and I sit at a table full of food. "That's awful. Poor Andy." Dean said. "The demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out alive." I said to him. "He told you that?" Dean asked. "Yep." I said then I scoff. "He appeared in a dream." I said.

"He tell you anything else?" Dean asked me. "No. No. That was it. Nothing else." I said, shaking my head. "You know, what I don't get, Dean, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake, Sam and I get away?" I asked him, confused. "Well, I mean, they left you and Sam for dead. I'm sure they thought it was over." Dean said and he eats a large bite of pizza and turning away.

"So now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him?" Dean asked me. "I don't know. But whatever it is, we got to stop him." I said. "Well, hold on. You need to get your rest. We got time." Dean assures me. "No, we don't." I said. "(Y/n), oceans aren't boiling, okay? Frogs aren't raining from the sky. Let's get you your strength back first." Dean said.

"Well did you call the roadhouse? They know anything?" I asked him and his face turns to sadness. "Yeah." He said and he looks away. "Dean...what is it?" I asked, softly. "The roadhouse burned to the ground. Ash is dead. Probably Ellen— a lot of other hunters, too." Dean said and I gasped as tears formed in my eyes.

"Demons?" I asked. "Yeah, we think so. We think because Ash found something." Dean replied. "What did he find?" I asked. "Bobby's working on that right now." Dean said. "Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away." I said and I begin to stand. Dean stands up also and grabs me by the shoulders.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, (y/n), stop! Damn it. You almost died in there. I mean, what would I've — can't you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit?" Dean pleads to me. "I'm sorry. No." I said and Dean shakes his head.

*3rd Person POV*

After knocking, Bobby opens the door and looks at (y/n) with astonishment. "Hey, Bobby." Dean greets as he looks at Bobby and looks away again almost immediately. "Hey, Bobby." (Y/n) said. "(Y/n). It's good to...see you up and around." Bobby said to her. "Yeah...thanks for patching me up." She said and pats Bobby on the shoulder and walks past him into the house.

"Don't mention it." Bobby said and Dean follows. Bobby looks at him hard, vibrating with unspoken emotion. "Well (y/n)'s better. And we're back in it now, so...what do you know?" Dean asked as Sam comes into the room and stops in his tracks when he sees (y/n).

"Hey, Sammy." She said, smiling, and Sam looks over at Dean and Bobby, quickly, then he looks back at her. "Hey, (y/n)! Good to see you." He said and the two hug each other while Sam glares over at Dean.

"Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means." Bobby said to the trio. "What is it?" (Y/n) asked. "Demonic omens...like a frickin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here." He said as he points to Wyoming on a map. "All around here, except for one place...Southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" Dean and Sam asked. "Yeah. That one area's totally clean – spotless. It's almost as if..." Bobby stops. "What?" (Y/n) asked. "The demons are surrounding it." Bobby replied.

"But you don't know why?" Dean asked. "No, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, (y/n), would you two take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't." Bobby said. "Yeah, sure." The two said as Bobby looks at Dean.

"Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in." Bobby said. "Yeah." Dean said, nodding, and the two men walk out.

Dean and Bobby were walking in the junkyard when Bobby stops and turns to face Dean. "You stupid ass! What did you do?" Bobby asked him and Dean looks away. "What did you do?!" He asked, angrily, and he pushes Dean. "You made a deal...For (y/n), didn't you? How long did they give you?" Bobby asked him, angrily.

"Bobby." Dean said, exasperated. "How long?!" Bobby asked, angrily. "One year." Dean replied after a few moments of silence. "Damn it, Dean." Bobby growls. "Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right?" Dean said and Bobby grabs him by the collar.

"I could throttle you!" He growls. "What, and send me downstairs ahead of schedule?" Dean asked him and Bobby let's him go.

"What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad. You're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit." Bobby said. "That's my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby. I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? I--I--It's like my life could mean something." Dean said.

"What? And it didn't before?! Have you got that low of an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!" He asked as he grabs Dean again. "I couldn't let her die, Bobby." Dean said, choking up. "I couldn't. I love her." He admits, a tear running down his face, and Bobby's eyes widen at this.

"And how is (y/n) gonna feel when she knows your going to hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?" Bobby asked him. "You can't tell her. You take a shot at me, whatever you got to do, but please don't tell her or Sam." Dean said and Bobby begins to cry, grabbing Dean's chin.

Suddenly there was a clank from a distant part of the junkyard. The two crawl to the side of a car, and grab the intruder. Once they have her by the shoulders, they recognize her as Ellen.

"Ellen?" Dean asked and Ellen nods then she starts to cry. "Ellen. Oh, God." Bobby whispers and they embrace.