Dean was pacing the room when Sam walked back in, he stopped short when he noticed the empty chair in the middle of the room, the one you had been tied to just before he left.

“Where is she?” Sam demanded, his tone sharp.

Dean stopped pacing but didn’t meet his brother’s gaze. “I let her go,” he admitted, his voice low.

“What? Why would you-”

“Things got weird, okay?” Dean cut him off, holding up a hand.

“Dean, our entire lives are weird,” Sam shot back. “We summoned a demon because we need her help to find a damned soul in hell, and you-”

“Just let me explain,” Dean interrupted. “We got into a fight.”

“Dean, we were supposed to ask for her help, not-“

“Let me finish, Sam!” Dean snapped. “We got into a fight. It was a normal altercation, nothing we haven’t dealt with before. I was winning, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Sam muttered sarcastically.

Dean shot him a look. “Then my hand ended up around her throat, and she just… she smiled at me. Looked me dead in the eyes and said, ‘harder.’”

Sam blinked, stunned. “…What?”

“Yeah, I just froze. Let go for a second, and poof, she was gone.”

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to suppress a chuckle. “Oh my god, Dean.”

“Don’t you dare laugh,” Dean growled. “We needed her!”

“Yeah, and now she’s gone because you got flustered by a demon flirting with you,” Sam chuckled.

Dean scowled, muttering under his breath. “I didn’t get flustered…”

“You're a terrible liar.” You teased, suddenly appearing in the doorway and making the boys turn quickly to face you.

“You came back?” Dean asked, the surprise clear in his voice.