Sin Fever

Dean leaned against the door frame of the room they made up for you and watched you sleep with his arms folded to his chest. Sam stayed in the main room of the bunker cleaning up the broken table. Dean couldn't help but sympathize for you. He had been there, consumed by darkness and fighting to keep it at bay. He knew that some how he needed to help you. But the more he thought, he realized maybe it wasn't just sympathy. From the moment you met Dean felt close to you. Almost like the way he felt with Amara. He was intimidated by the pull he had towards you. I mean you were pretty much a stranger and he didn't think twice about wrapping you up in his arms. He felt over protective of you, like he is with Sam. He continued to watch you, as your chest would rise and fall, trying to figure you out. This thoughts were interrupted when Castiel appeared behind him and spoke...

"Dean..." Castiel said gently.

Dean peered over his shoulder, then fully turned to face Cas.

"We need to rethink keeping her here..." Castiel suggested.

"Why's that, Cas?" Dean questioned Castiel with a bit of a tone to his voice.

"Because..." Castiel paused. "...she's dangerous."

Dean's eyes narrowed at Castiel.

"Dangerous..." Dean stroked his chin in aggravation. "...she's not evil Cas."

"No...But what is inside of her is." Castiel warned. "And it's stronger than any force I've dealt with in a human. If that takes over then we will have a bigger problem than Crowley. Remember the mark of Cain..well this is much worse...I don't know who Rowena managed it."

Dean grew more and more cross with Cas.

"So what are you saying? Lock her away because she 'MAY' turn? Kill her?" Dean Stood almost nose to nose with Castiel. "Why didn't you do that to me then when I had the mark of Cain?!"

"Because, Dean, we could have found a way to help you, and we did." Castiel retorted.

"Yea well for a while it didn't look like there was a cure for it! Then we found it. We can do the same for her! We don't just let more people die because we washed our hands of it!" Dean snapped.

Castiel looked in Deans eyes with such a seriousness.

"If we don't find a way to fix her, millions of people will die." Cas narrowed his eyes.

"We WILL CAS!" Dean Growled before turning back to face you again. Without looking at Castiel he continued. "See if you can find anything out about this Onyx amulet...that's one thing we know everyone is after...maybe it can help her..."

Once Dean finished his request, a whoosh cam from behind him, he peered over his shoulder once again and Cas was gone. Dean focused back on you and his anger faded while his eyes softened. He knew Castiel was right, you could prove to be very dangerous. But he knew they had to do something. Then he thought to himself that maybe that's why he had a pull to you...darkness to darkness. He understood you and once you knew his story you would understand him. Not even Sam fully knew what darkness still laid inside of him. He smirked to himself and reached for the door knob and slowly closed your room door and made his way to his room.

Later on in the night a cellphone ring echoed through the bunker. Sam and Dean both came from their rooms and Sam picked up the call while Dean stood there listening.

"Hello." Sam answered.

A voice came through the other end of the phone. It was Castiel.

"I've got a few leads on this stone. Two of my brothers are here, they want to speak with you." Castiel said.

"Alright where?" Sam asked.

Castiel continued to give Sam the location and hurried them a bit before Sam hung up the phone and explained to Dean.

"We can't leave her here alone." Dean groaned. "You stay with her...I'll go."

"Dean, the bunker is heavily warded against everything known to man. She will be fine." Sam assured. "Plus we aren't going to be far. Just leave a phone next to her bed. She will call us if she has any problems."

Dean reluctantly agreed. He cracked open the door to your room and checked to see if you were still out, which you were. He slipped in and left a cellphone next to the bed on the night stand with a note that read:

"Cas got a lead. We will be back soon. Any trouble call us! -Dean"

Then he slipped back out of the room and headed for the bunker door with Sam. Both the Winchesters got in and started the Impala, then pulled off into the distance.

Little did any of you know, while you were involved in your scuffle with those demons earlier, there was actually more associates of Crowley's breaking the warding symbols in the bunker. Allowing who or whatever to enter the bunker. You began to stir in the dark room. You slightly opened you eyes sleepily but you were startled when a voice purred from across the room.

"Hello, Darling." The smooth voice held a thick English accent.

You shot upright in the bed and looked around furiously, reaching for the light on the side of the bed, knocking the cellphone off the night stand. You found the lamp but heard a snap of fingers, when you tried to switch it on nothing happened.

"Ah ah ah, Love." Warned the voice. "Why spoil the surprise. Plus... you take one sense away, The others are heightened."

"Crowley!" You snapped once is clicked in your head who the voice belonged to.

"Clever girl." Crowley said slyly. "Miss me?"

He snapped his fingers once again and the lamp clicked on. He stood leaning against the closed door, dressed in a sleek expensive suit. He narrowed his eyes and smirked at you.

"This place is warded up the ass, how the hell did you get in here!?" You growled as you backed yourself up on the bed, preparing for an attack.

"Lets just say a little distraction goes a long way." He snickered. "I hope my men didn't over step their boundaries."

"Over step is an understatement." Your tone was harsh.

Crowley straightened up and slowly started his stride to the end of the bed.

"Pity, They were under strict orders not to harm a hair on that pretty little head." He claimed. "But never the less, you gave them hell...pun intended, darling."

He smiled slightly.

"I'm going to assume you're not here to kill me." You mocked.

Crowley furrowed his brow slightly.

"And WHAT, prey tell, gives you that notion?" He sneered.

"Because you could have killed me while I slept.." You stated with a smirk. "...But apparently you choked."

Crowley looked down running his thumb across his lip while he let out a low, fake, chuckle. Then in a flash he was leering over you, pinning you back onto the bed by your throat. He was so close you could feel his breath breeze against your skin, his nose almost touching yours.

"Listen here, love, killing you in your sleep takes the fun out of it. I enjoy the chase. I enjoy the fight more." He growled in your ear.

He Then lifted you from the bed and threw you through the closed bedroom door, splintering the door into pieces. You hit the floor hard. Crowley slipped through the broken door and walked towards you slowly. You stumbled but made it to your feet and clenched your fists. As he drew nearer you swung a hard right fist only for it to be caught in Crowley's hand. His smirk never left his face. He twisted your arm and bent your wrist back, causing you to scream out in pain as he forced you down to your knees.

"Never underestimate the King of Hell, Darling." He sighed. "I know a lot of..swell tricks."

You looked up at him, anger building in your eyes.

"So do I.." You warned as you kicked, swiping Crowley's legs out from under him, causing him to break his hold and fall backwards.

You gripped your soar wrist as you stood and started to make your way to your weapons in the main room. Crowley stopped you in your tracks when he grabbed a handful of your hair yanking your head back.

"You're quick, pet...But I am the king of hell" He purred before throwing you against wall after wall and then off of every piece of furniture in the bunker.
Your body slamming against each piece with more force each time you crashed through a new object.

You were exhausted and battered. You couldn't figure out where your strength had gone. The only reasoning you could come up with was when Castiel tried to help, he weakened your strength. Although you knew it was still there, if it were completely gone you would already be dead from Crowley's attack.

"My you certainly can take a beating." Crowley admitted as he stepped to you once again, brushing off the jacket of his suit.

You were weak at this point. Between the punishment from Crowley and Castiel's failed savoir attempt. Crowley hovered over you for a moment before snatching you up by your neck and pinning you high against the wall. You gripped his wrist with both of your hands, practically clawing the sleeve of his suit in a feeble attempt to breathe. You struggled against his force and his smirk contorted a bit as he squeezed tighter.

"If you plan on killing me then just get it over and done with!" You demanded through gasps of breath.

"In good time, love." Crowley stated. "But this is going to be done my way. Not here so Moose and Squirrel can bring you back, oh no. I have a better Idea. We are going to have a little party for ourselves."

Crowley snickered some and you tried to rip yourself from his grip. He pulled you from the wall and held you close to his body still with a hold on your throat. He peered down at you with a smirk and winked. With that wink You and Crowley disappeared, leaving behind the remnants of the abuse you just endured at Crowley's hands. But that was only the beginning.

Some time later Sam and Dean pulled up to the bunker and shut the impala off. Dean looked at Sam.

"Well now we know that this stone is the real deal." Dean shrugged.

"Yea..well it holds all the power of God, Dean." Sam stated. "It's the only way to hold all of his power and then some."

"And if it holds all of the big man's power then we can use it it help (Y/N)." Dean looked back at the steering wheel and stared hard.

"Dean...we can't count on that." Sam tried to convince. "She may end up becoming exactly what Cas says she will."

"Yea...well..one way or another we need to try." Dean opened the car door and stepped out of the impala.

Sam followed as the two made their way to the bunker door and stepped through the threshold. As Dean made his way down the stairs he was forced to stop in his tracks, causing Sam to come to a halt behind him. Both the Winchesters stared at the carnage in the bunker. Broken furniture and caved in walls. Shattered glass on the floor, books from the smashed bookshelves were thrown about, and doors splintered. The place was trashed. It only took a second for it to register in Dean and Sam's head what had happened here. Dean jumped the rest of the stairs and stormed towards your room.

"(Y/N)!" Dean called as he came across your door in pieces.

"I'll check the other rooms." Sam said urgently as Dean went to opposite way to search of you.

"(Y/N)!" Dean called again, his anger beginning to flare.

"Dean!" Sam called from the other end of the bunker.

Dean turned swiftly and sprinted to where Sam stood. Sam pointed to a warding symbol on the wall that had clearly been broken by a large crack through the concrete wall. Dean closed his eyes and swallowed hard briefly, trying to hold back the the rage roaring inside of him.

"Dean...?" Sam questioned.

Dean growled low in his throat and turned away from Sam.

"This isn't a coincidence...." Dean balled his hands into fists.

"Crowley..." Sam nodded.

Dean gritted his teeth and his fists began shaking. Without hesitation Dean let out a loud roar and punched the wall as hard as he physically could and stormed to the main room of the bunker. Dean began marking up the floor with a devils trap, and placed items needed for a direct summoning spell oh a raise piece of broken furniture. Once all was assembled, Dean drew an angel blade from his side. Dean started chanting a summoning spell, when nothing happened he yelled into the air.

"Crowley! You son of a bitch!" Dean bellowed and waited as he paced back and forth. "CROWLEY!"

Out of no where Crowley appeared within the demon trap smirking.

"Hello boys." He purred.

"You Son OF A BITCH!" Dean screamed.

Dean immediately charged at Crowley in an attempt to drive the angel blade through him but Sam jumped in front of Dean and held him back.

"Dean! NO!" Sam snapped as he shoved Dean backwards. "If he's dead we wont find her!"

Crowley didn't flinch at Dean's aggressive advance, just let out a low chuckle.

"You won't be finding her anyway, Moose. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news." Crowley tilted his head to the side to add to his sarcasm.

Dean was still trying to fight through Sam.

"Tell us where she is! What did you do with her?!" Dean continued to yell.

Crowley kicked his jaw to the right and narrowed his eyes at Dean.

"Well she is alive if that's what you mean." Crowley placed his hand in his jacket pocket. "but that accomplishment will be very...very...short lived."

Crowley shifted within the demon trap and growled.

"You son of a bitch! I swear to god if you hurt her I'll kill you." Dean's breathing had become agitated and heavy.

Crowley raised and eyebrow.

"Promises, promises, Squirrel." Crowley gestured with his hand in a slight wave to mock Dean. "Now if you'll excuse me...I have a little business to attend to with my warrior princess."

Crowley flicked his wrist and the angel blade Dean held tight was thrown from his hand and landed into the demon trap. Stabbed into the floor, breaking the trap and freeing Crowley. Crowley looked arrogantly at Sam and Dean and developed a sadistic smirk across his face as he turned from them, peering over his shoulder.

"...And I assure you...You wont be seeing her again. Not in one piece anyway." Crowley finished off his statement and disappeared.

Sam let dean go and Dean fell to his knees as he growled.

"God DAMN IT!" Dean howled as Sam stood back swallowing hard.

Dean wouldn't allow himself to feel defeated yet. He wasn't going to stop until Crowley was dead permanently and you were back, out of his hands. Dean made a silent vow to himself as the rage settled in his heart, that as long as he lived he would do whatever it takes to bring you back. Even if he had to retrieve you himself.