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Fifty

Dean's POV-

Burn her bones? If she thought for one second that I was going to do that, she was stupid.

"I'm not burning anything. I'm going to bring you back."

She scoffed at me and folded her arms. All I wanted to do in that moment was grab her and kiss her, and apologise profusely but after what she had just seen me doing, I knew it would be in bad taste. Disrespectful.

"I don't want to be back."

I shook my head at her. "I don't care. If I'd have known you were dead I wouldn't have stopped till I brought you back. And now that I know-"

"You said you wouldn't give up till you found me. I would call Anna 'giving up'." She retorted with a sour tone in her voice, it was expected, completely warranted and it made me feel exactly how I should've felt in that moment. Sick with guilt.

"Well, I'm not burning your bones."

Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed the necklace around her neck. I frowned, reaching for my pockets, finding it not there.

"Fine." She turned away from me. "I'll find someone that will." And then she was gone, vanished.
...

I walked back to the cabin. Anna was already inside and I couldn't look at her so instead I looked at Sam but based on the look on his face, he wasn't the most pleased with me either. Anna excused herself to go to the bathroom and then walked away, leaving me with my angry brother.

"Look Sam-" He charged at me, slamming me hard into the wall before he landed a punch straight to my cheek. I winced before shoving him off and rubbing the skin where he had just hit.

"Okay, I deserved that." I stood up straight and held my hand out, stopping a second punch.

"You deserve more than that. God, Dean what were you thinking?" He shouted, shaking his head.

"I was thinking- my girlfriend left me and this is my last night on earth!"

He just scoffed at me and shook his head. "She's been dead. This whole time, she's been following us around, getting sicker by the day- did you see how pale she is?"

I nodded slowly.

"And you couldn't keep it in your pants."

I shook my head. "It wasn't like that."

He raised his eyebrow at me. "What was it like then? What would you have done if you come back from hell and seen Faith in someone else's arms?"

My skin prickled at the thought.

"You've screwed up Dean. You're supposed to love her not hurt her."

I frowned at him. "And how many times has she hurt me?" I was grasping at anything to defend myself, I wasn't exactly sure why because nothing I could say could defend what I had done. Anna knew the truth about hell, what I did. I was hurting and I acted on a stupid bond that I thought I had because she knew something everyone else didn't. "Sam, I know I've screwed up. Trust me, I'm feeling it but we've got more important things to talk about."

He screwed his nose up at me. "Like what? Anna? I'm sorry but my loyalties lie to Faith, if I'd have known she was dead this whole time we wouldn't even be here in this angel mess!"

I took a deep breath in. "Firstly, it's not Anna's fault that I did what I did. Secondly, she's still an innocent person who needs our help, that is what we still do isn't it?" He was quiet for a second, my words seeping in. "And thirdly, I'm talking about Faith's idea for us to burn her bones."