"[truthful comment from dean]" Dean said, then paused, "Wait I didn't mean to say that"

Dean moved over towards his bed, closest to the door and probably covered in gross stuff only a black light could see. Sam watched from his spot at an old rickety table, and a cheap plastic seat, also shocked in what he just said. It was an easy question, usually glanced over by them both whenever it was asked, not wanting to shed light onto what they both knew they were hiding. But this time it was answered, wholeheartedly true, without hesitation too. Sam lowered his laptop screen and turn further towards Dean, who was now staring down at the floor.

"What the hell?" Sam asked, a little worried about the response, he continued after getting no response, "No seriously, what the hell Dean?"

Dean looked up at Sam for a brief second before going back to studying the pattern of the torn carpet. It didn't look nice to stand on without any shoes on, so he made no move to get more comfortable. The bed was also a bit squeaky when he sat down, but that was to be expected, you could see the age in the bed just from looking. Dean looked as if he was about to say something, but had to pause for a second to get a grip on himself as it definitely felt like he was about to say something worse.

"I didn't..." He paused, not sure we're he was going with this, other than restating what he'd just said, "I'm not sure Sam, but I definitely didn't mean to say that, and now it seems like there's something trying to make me talk more and more, about stuff I'm sure is not what I meant to say..." Dean suddenly stopped, clenching his jaw shut to keep himself from more rambling. "I can't seem to stop, no matter what I do. I hope this doesn't turn into anything seriously bad, we definitely do not need this right now..." He suddenly moved both of his hands up to his mouth to keep from talking more. It was tough even then to keep from talking, as even Sam could see his hands clenching down hard on his jaw.

"Uh..." Sam muttered, a bit lost for words as to what was happening, "Is everything okay?"

It was such a simple question, but heavily loaded when all Dean seemed to be able to do was speak the truth. Instead he attempted to nod his head, falling back on his usual response of everything being okay. But his head still managed to shake back and forth. Somehow he couldn't even lie through movement. Dean scrunched his eyebrows together, clearly confused as to what was happening, and how this was happening. Nothing had happened to them all day, they'd been resting for the day after just finishing off from a hunt before heading out again. This was definitely going to delay them a lot.

"Okay then, I think something is seriously wrong"

"No shit Sherlock, isn't that pretty obvious. I can't stop telling the truth here and your over there just stating the fucking obvious" Dean was getting angrier as this progressed. It wasn't stopping, and he knew that sooner or later another bad truth was going to come out whether he liked it or not.

"The truth?" Dean nodded, "Okay then,

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