You and Dean had your ups and downs.

But this down was something you didn't know if you two could come back from.

After Sam had found out Dean let an Angel posses him, Dean left. Almost like the time Sam left after Dean found out her was drinking demon blood. You stayed with Sam, worried and conerned for him at the moment in case his body wasn't truley healed and could give out any second. But it ate you alive every day Dean was gone. You couldn't sleep without misshin his presense in your bed. Every corner you turned, looking for Dean, you were hit with the realization he wasn't here but isntead god knows where with god knows who.

It evetually got to an extent with him behing gone. You set out to find him, using a known spell in order to find his location. But you were only met with devistation. Dean had been working with crowley, trying to find the first blade that the one and only Cain held. You begged and pleaded him not to take the mark, scared for Dean and the consquences that came with the mark. But you were running out of time. Demons swarmed the house and you were outnumbedd. Dean took the mark and you guys ran. But now, the consequences were showing. Dean started to get out of control. Constantly wanting to be with the blade, holding it in his hands. You knew this would happen. You knew the Mark of Cain and the blade made one thristy for murder. But you didn't try hard enough to stop him.

Now, the tension is unbarable. Deanc could tell you were frustrated with him. From the content cold shoulders and not coming to bed until Dean was fully passed out. It ate you alive but you blamed him and yourself for letting him take the mark. Now, you two sat at the table with unbearable tension. He wanted to say something but the clear anger held him back. It was just you two, beers, the dim lighting of the bunker and your face burried in a book as he stared at you.

"I'm going to bed." You slam the book shut.

"{{user}} wait," Dean rushed, grabbing you by your arm and stopping you from leaving.