-your POV-

My eyes slowly opened again, I blinked the dust from them, and looked around. I was laying in a bed that I didn't recognize. The walls were bare and a pale tan color with a brick fireplace to the left of the door. There was a small desk, nightstand, and the four-poster bed that I was laying on. I sat up and the room spun like I was on a rollercoaster, when I could stand without the room spinning, I stood and walked into the hallway. The hallway was gray on top with grey brick under, there was countless doors on each side, but there was an opening on the right, four doors down from where I was standing.

I crept towards the opening and  popped my head in the doorway, it looked like a morgue, with the metal refrigerators and freezers on the wall, in front of the freezers, there was a metal table with pots hanging from the top and had drawers in it, a long wooden table in the middle of the room, and a small sink off on the right wall. I darted to the fridge and pulled out a cherry pie. My stomach growled and I ripped the plastic off of it and found a fork in one of the  drawers and dug in.

About 4.5 seconds passed before I was done with the pie, but when I was immersed in the pie, someone snuck up behind me and stood in the doorway. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I whirled around to find Dean leaning on the doorway.

    "Did you eat my pie," he accused.

I smiled sheepishly and shrugged, "I was starving and that was the first thing I saw."

He ran his hand through his hair and looked amused. I almost melted at the cute gestures, but I kept a straight face.

    "What did you do to me? Why didn't you just kill me and put everyone out of their misery," I asked confused.

Dean just looked down and sighed, "whatever the demon told you Y/N, it isn't true."

    "I don't understand, I always knew that I was ugly and stupid, she just confermed that everyone thought it."

Dean slammed his hand on the wall and I jumped back, remembering the terrible dream I had of him torturing me.

He noticed that I jumped, and he tried to walk forward towards me, but I backed away into the table.

   "Y/N, I love you. I wish I didn't have to tell you like this, but I do. Let Sam, Nichole, Cas and I fix you, please, let us help," Dean pleaded.

I shook my head and whimpered, "she told me that you gave me a potion that would make me think that everything was ok. She will never leave me.," I cried.

Dean took long strides over to me and wrapped his arms around me and put his chin on my head, "the potion that we gave you was to get rid of your demon forever, it worked as far as we could tell, but it almost killed you and you were asleep for a week. I was so worried that I would never get to tell you what you mean to me," he breathed into my ear.

Dean leaned down and kissed me softly, then pulled away, "I'm sorry, are you sure-"

I cut him off by kissing him softy, then I murmered, "I love you" against his lips and kissed back more passionately.

We broke apart and I looked up at Dean through my lashes and he smiled at me.

At this moment I felt almost worthy, I didn't feel this the helpless little pain in everyone's ass that I know I am. Dean just made me feel so comfortable and loved. I wanted the moment to last forever.

-Dean's POV-

I feel so bad for Y/N, she doesn't know how amazing she truly is. If I could just get her to see what I see in her, if I could just get her to love herself like I love her.

In this moment we are so close, so connected. I want this moment to last forever, and I know I should tell her the truth, but I can't tell her that as soon as she steps out if the Bunker that Crowley will find her. I have to leave her in the dark until we find a way to protect her, and even though I know she would be pissed at me for lying to her I have to. I love her too much to let anything harm come her way.

-your POV-

Dean looked lost in thought, I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed his nose, "you in there Deany?"

His eyes refocused and he nodded as he gripped my hand to comfort me, "come on, I bet Nichole and Sam want to see you.

     "Where is Cas," I asked.

     "He has some heavenly stuff to do," Dean said quickly.

I noded and followed him out of the kitchen. We twisted and turned through various doorways and hallways, eventually I asked how he kept his head straight, but he just laughed instead of answering.

We ended up in a huge open room with bookshelves covering all of the bricked walls. There were three wooden tables with multiple books stacked on them, in a line in the middle of the room. I instantly ran to one of the shelves and ran the tips of my fingers over the spines of the books.

Sam and Nichole walked into the room and Nichole squeeled, then ran over to me and swung me around in a hug, then put me down. After she put me down, Sam walked over to me and gave me a hug, "I missed you, nerd," said quietly as he ran his fingers through my H/C head.

I smiled and squeezed him tighter, "I missed you too Samsquatch."

     "What did I miss?" I asked.

They filled me in on what happened while I was gone, apparently I missed my 29th birthday (you were in Hell from May-August. Your birthday for the sake of the story is June 6), Dean became a demon (I tenced up at this part and Dean wrapped an arm around me), they met up with a spunky redhead named Charlie and she is in OZ now, and that Dean was de-aged into his 14 year old self.

    "Wow, I guess I missed out on a lot of stuff," I frowned. Nichole wrapped her arm around me and squeezed.

    "I just have one question-was Dean super scrawny when he was 14?" I asked with a laugh.

Sam and Nichole started dying laughing and Dean gave me a sour face.

     "He was super scrawny and he tried to flirt with a bartender," Sam managed to say through laughs.

    "Yeah, and a woman thought that he was Sam and I's son," added Nichole.

I started crying because I was laughing so hard.

Dean smirked at me and tackled me, "Babe, you don't know who you are messing with."

I glanced over at Nichole, and she gave me a 'you better tell me later' look.

    "Alright, Y/N and I need some girl time, so out!" commanded Nichole.

Nichole shoved the boys out and dragged me to her room.

Her bedroom was simple, like the one I woke up in. The walls were a pale grey, and had a small single bed, with a nightstand, a dresser and a couple of chairs.

Nichole flopped on the bed, and layed on her stomach, clutching a pink fluffy pillow to her chin.

   "So tell me what happened with Dean," she demanded.

     "I was in Hell for 4 months and you want to know about my dating life," I asked as I raised a eyebrow and put on a playful smirk.

Nichole just noded and buried her face into her pillow.

I sighed, "well, it started just after I woke up, and I went into the kitchen to find food. There was pie in the fridge, so I ate it and felt a presence behind me, it was Dean. He asked if I ate his pie, so I said I did, but he did this really cute thing where he ran his hand through his hair and I almost melted." Nichole sighed dreamily and I continued," he then told me he loved me and we kissed. He broke it to ask me if I was sure I wanted to do this, but I cut him off by kissing him and telling him I loved him back," as I finished my story, Nichole rolled off the bed dramatically and stared squealing.

      "OMFG!!! MY OTP ARE FINALLY TOGETHER!" she stared screaming.

I giggled, "we aren't officially together yet, he never asked me to be his girlfriend."

Nichole just shrugged me off and said, "you are basically together."

    "What about my OTP of Sahole?" I asked slyly.

Nichole turned bright red and stuttered, "w-what is that?"

     "Oh you know, Sam and your ship name," I  raised my eyebrow.

      "Well......we're dating!" she announced.

     "When did this happen?" I questioned.

Nichole started playing with the hem of her shirt, "the second month that you were in Hell."

    "If it only took me going to Hell to get Sam and you together, then I would have gone sooner." I joked.

Nichole's face turned grim, "don't ever talk like that."

I held up my hands in surrender, "anyway, give me all of the details."

Nichole sighed, "well it started 2 months after you left, and Sam was doing research most of the time and Dean was usually off doing who knows. One night, I just broke down, Sam was researching and Dean was gone, so Sam rushed over and just hugged me until I stopped crying. The he asked me how we met and I told him."

-flashback Nichole's POV-

I was walking home one night when I was 15, (Y/N is a few months younger than I am), I saw a short, young girl with H/C   H/L hair , sneak into my house from the porch doors. I crept around the front and unlocked the door, since the front door opened  into the living room, I saw the horrific sight in front of me. My mother was slumped over the arm-chair, with blood streaming down her neck, my father was splayed out on the white rug, staining it pink from the river of blood flowing from his chest and neck. There was a young man with blond spiky hair and a punk look to him, bending over my brother, Seth. The man dropped him and stood up, then the girl that I saw sneaking into my house sprinted in and catapulted herself onto his back. They fought for awhile, but the girl eventually sliced off the man's head with a long knife. I couldn't move because of the shock until the girl limped over to me.

     "Hey Nichole, been a long time," the girl grunted.

Then all the pieces fell into place, "Y/N?"

She smiled, "in the flesh."

     "OMG I haven't seen you since the 6th grade! What happened? What was that?"  the questions just kept spewing out.

Y/N just shook her head, "I'm sorry about your family they seemed like nice people."

I just stared at her, then I got angry, "that's all you have to say! 'I'm sorry'! My whole family was just killed by something and then you come and kill it, but I haven't seen you since you disappeared 2 years ago!"

She rubbed the back of her neck, "look, I have a place in South Dakota. I can train you to kill these things so no one has to go through what you did."

I eyed her, "ok."

Y/N raised her eyebrows, "that's it? Just ok?"

I brushed past her, "yep, now do you have a car or are we taking the bus?"

     "The bus," she answered.

Then I met Bobby Singer and I became a hunter. Then when I was 20, I left to have a normal life and I didn't see Y/N until I showed up at Bobby's house.

-your POV-

"Then I broke down again, and Sam just petted my hair. We became closer after that and he told me about Dean and his family. We had a mutual understanding that whenever one of us would cry, the other would hold them. Honestly, it was perfect. Then on your birthday, reality came crashing in. To take my mind off it, Sam took me on a date."

Nichole swooned at remembering the memory, "we went for ice-cream, then he found this little lake, we went swimming and watched the sunset. Then we kissed and we got another motel room and ya know," then she made a gesture with her hands.

  "How did you lose your virginity before me?" I asked/yelled.

She just giggled and I pushed her off the bed, except I didn't touch her.

"Shit."