You were heartbroken. The air was so still and charged between the three of you as you stood in front of the depressing heat of Charlie's pyre, the warm feeling anything but warm. You knew you'd messed up, that you shouldn't have let Charlie get involved at all. There was no telling her 'no'.

"That should be you up there."

Dean grits out suddenly, eyes dark and full of everything but that deep soul-consuming love that once washed over them. Your heart crumples like a tin can, words not even forming on your tongue as you try to process what he'd just said to you. Mark or not, that was horrible. That was..

"What?"

You choke out, trying to keep your lip from shaking.

"You damn well heard me."

Dean growls before walking off towards the impala, leaving you and Sam standing in disbelief.