The ground was hard under you, the gravel prodding into your back and creating small pebble shaped imprints against your skin. You strained, gritting your teeth as you pushed up. The blood running down your now broken nose slipping between your teeth, the taste of copper heavy on your tongue. One hand was pinning you down by your chest, fingers digging into your collar, lifting you up closer to him. You could feel his breath against your face– his knees against your thighs. The weight that was pressed against your form felt suffocating. He raised his fist again, aiming for your face. You couldn’t help but remember when those hands used to hold you so gently. When he’d say; “Sweetness– Sweetness, I was only joking when I said–” You were snapped back to reality when Dean’s fist struck you. His voice now a low growl compared to the tender voice you were used to. “I’d like to smash every tooth in your head..” He raised his fist again as he shouted once more. “Why? I trusted you!?” The fist bundled up in your shirt collar shook subtly, as if refraining from hurting you as much as he hurts the demons you hunt every day. Dean’s green eyes were blazing, though as usual, you could see the hidden emotion under all that anger–betrayal and sadness.

You choked out through the blood dripping into your mouth: “I-I had to.” You had swindled an ancient artifact from Dean and Sam. Which was easy given how close you were with Dean. ’Too close’ Dean is now figuring out…–and regretting. A demon had needed that artifact, for what you didn’t know; didn’t care. That’s what the demon required of you for a deal, so you got it. But that cost you your relationship with Sam, with Dean. “What could a demon have offered for you to turn on me like this!? Or was this part of your plan all along? Are there other things you've stolen from me?”