Episode: Season 9 - Do You Believe In Miracles? Pt. 1

My heart was breaking in my chest the moment we left him down there, alone in the basement. It was for his own protection because of the Mark. As well as Gadreel's since he'd agreed to help us out with all this. Or at least he tried to before we got ambushed. But when the four of us got back to the Bunker, Dean was nowhere to be found. Imagine our surprise when we found him getting help to take out Metatron from my father of all, er, demons. Until we convinced him otherwise that is and we all decided to take care of him ourselves.

Later that night, my heart caught in my chest as I walked up behind Dean who was standing at the back of the Impala with the trunk open, watching as his eyes briefly fluttered shut, hand on the piece of tan cloth the Blade was wrapped up in. Gravel crunched under my combat boots and immediately, he ripped his hand away, straightening up to face me and Sam.

"Anything?" he asked, pretending as if he'd never even touched it.

"Uh, yeah. He's up there," Sam told him, referring to Metatron and his new 'acting' gig, "About a mile up the road. There's a homeless encampment. The way the folks are talking, he's got them convinced he's some kind of...new Jesus or something,"

"You good?" I asked Dean then, suddenly concerned as he'd grown quiet all of a sudden.

"Yeah, I'm good," Dean faked a smile, although we both knew it was a lie.

Sam eyed him warily before ultimately trusting his older brother's judgement and leaned over to reach for the Blade in the trunk. He pushed it into Dean's hand the and I bit down on my lower lip worriedly. I hated when he held that thing.

"Listen, Sammy, Parksy, about, uh...you know, the last several months-" Dean started, his face stoic but voice betraying his guilt and nerves.

"We know," Sam cut him off, nodding his head in understanding.

"Let's not...it's all in the past now, D," I reassured him, shooting him a small smile.

"So, before we find something else to fight about, tell me - Are you ready to gut this guy?" Sam asked him as he closed Baby's trunk and leaned over to pick up his duffel bag off the ground.

I laughed out loud, shaking my head at Sam's wording when the unexpected happened. As soon as he straightened, Dean's fist collided with his jaw and I gasped as Sam went down.

"Dean!" I reprimanded, falling to my knees beside my best friend to check on him.

I pushed a strand of brown hair from his eyes as I rested his head on my lap - he was out cold.

My dark eyes flicked up to Dean, "What did you do that for?!"

Without answering, he began to lean down and realizing what he was about to do, I dove for the Blade from where it'd fallen onto the cracked pavement of the parking lot. But Dean was too quick and snatched it up before I could.

"I'm sorry, Parker. It's not your fight." he told me solemnly, a hint of regret evident in his green eyes but he never looked back as he made his way to the towering, abandoned building looming before us.

"Dean? Dean!" I shouted after him, shaking my head in disbelief as I gazed after him, "Dean, don't do this! Dean!"

Instead of bothering to chase after him, knowing it would do no good, I waited for Sam to wake up before, together, we raced after him. Up and down three flights of stairs, across the large stretch occupied by the homeless and finally, to the sound of Metatron's taunting voice coming from the adjoining room. We rounded the corner, running as fast as we could when we noticed him lying there propped up against the wall, bloody and broken. But before we could get to him, say or do anything... Metatron drew his angel blade back...before plunging it deep into Dean's chest.