The Way it is
What if someone confronted dean/sam on their identity theft? What if the guy they chose to impersonate wasn't such a great person. This summary sucks, but I've always wondered about what would happen. So just go a long with it or don't. I can't make you do anything J
I also don't own supernatural or any of the beautiful characters that are a part of it.
Chapter 1
Dean's POV
I need to blow off some steam. We still cannot find out dad and Sam isn't dealing. I knew that the whole Jess thing was really weighing on him, but what am I supposed to do? Sam refuses to talk about it and he refuses to acknowledge the fact that we both know he isn't sleeping well. When Sam is ready he'll come talk to..
"oh sorry excuse me sir" said the small girl he had walked right into, interrupting his internal rant on Sam.
"No problem, hey where is the nearest bar?" I replied.
She pointed in a direction and then just kept walking. I followed her point and a few blocks later I was standing in front John's Bar and Grill. I walked in and found a good seat at the bar and the tall bartender walked up to me.
"What can I get you sir" the bartender asked.
"A whiskey straight" I grunted.
"I'm gonna need to see some ID sir" the stupid bartender asked.
"Are you fucking kidding me, I am clearly of age" I scoffed.
The idiot in front of me babbled on a fake apology "I'm sorry sir, my boss got busted last week and is riding my ass to make sure I check every ID."
I ripped out my wallet and he looked at my ID, then back at me. I must be more tired than I thought because he looked pissed. The same small girl from earlier rushes in, apologizing about taking so long, and hurries into the back with the bartender. They both come out and she sits next to me.
"Hello again" she cheerfully says while leaning over and touching my thigh.
"Why hello, my name is Andy, how about yourself?"
"Oh I am Clarissa, it is a pleasure to meet you." She leans in real close and whispers "how about we get out of here and go to my place?" I look at her a little taken aback by how straight forward she is, but I grab her hand and lead her out of the bar.
"Okay, where to?" She climbs into a nice white truck, while I jump in the passenger seat.
We pull up to her place after an electrifyingly quiet drive. We both climb out and her lips attack mine and she is aggressively pushing me towards the house. We break as she unlocks the door and steps into the room. After a quick glance I see pictures of her and the bartender all around the house.
"What the fuck is this? Are you guys dating?" I ask angrily.
Her whole posture changes, she is not the same aggressive and confident girl I just saw, but the same small one I ran into on my way to the bar.
"Ok" She huffs "you have to promise you won't get mad." I nod at her, waiting for her to continue. "My name really is Clarissa and my fiancé's name is Andy, apparently you are using his ID. Which is good in a way because now he won't be pissed thinking that I am spending money on motel rooms. He wanted me to lure you back here so he could talk to you, but he doesn't deal with anger well, believe me when I tell you that."
I take a few seconds to really absorb what I just heard. After taking another glance at the girl I can see that she is dressed in a lot of layers and scarf, even though it's hot outside and I can't help but wonder if she does indeed know how badly he deals with anger.
"Do you need help?" I ask, while walking towards her.
"No of course not" she stammers back, but I can see that she does.
"What time does he get off?"
She shrugs her shoulders and says "I think in a few hours."
Now I am confused, why would he send her home with me right away and not be here for a few hours. "Were we not about to have sex?" I ask.
"Um…no we were, Andy wanted to make sure you were weak before actually dealing with you." She responded nonchalantly.
"Clarissa, I am going to call my brother and he is going to come pick me up. Let's just forget this ever happened ok?" She nods fearfully, biting back tears. I continue "I am going to give you a card with my phone number on it, if you need help call me and we'll be here." I finish while walking outside the door.
I called Sam asking him to come pick me up asap, we get back to the room and start packing all of our stuff. After getting in the impala Sam looks at me confused
"Wait so this guy was going to let you sleep with his girl, just to get you all distracted and then what? Beat the shit out of you?"
"Man I have no idea, she seems scared. But they're committed and maybe I just misread the situation. Let's just go to the next town over and use your ID the check into a motel room then we can just wait for a bit to see if she calls for help."
Sam looked at me questioningly "Sure man whatever you say. We pull up to a new motel and both go to sleep. Laying down and staring up at the ceiling I cannot imagine why anyone would deal with a guy who is ok with shelling out his girl like that.
Clarissa POV
Ugh, I am such an idiot. Andy is going to kill me. Why did I let him walk out the door, why did I give any hints about what was going on here? Why did I not fucking ask to go with him? Why am I that girl who is stupid enough to stay in this shitty relationship? We've been together for eight years, six of which he has been completely ok with hitting me. I walk over to the mirror and look at myself. I use to be so bubbly. I use to glow with energy and health. Now I am skinny, my brown hair is dull, and I have scars all over my body. I am only 25, yet here I am already ruining my life. I still have a few hours to kill, I go and grab my retainer case, where I keep my razor blades. Picking one up I just stare at it for a few seconds. Why do I do this? I am hurt constantly, why must I hurt myself? Why is this the only thing that makes me feel better? I bring it to the top of my arm and make a few cuts horizontally. I can already feel myself relaxing and my headache dulling as the blood drips down my arm. *SLAM* Shit. How long have I been in here? I try to clean everything up and shove my jacket back on when I hear Andy coming up the stairs.
"Where the fuck is he" he yells.
"I'm so sorry, he just…he just left, he saw the pictures all over the wall figured I was cheating or something was up and he just bolted." Looking at Andy I know that he knows I'm lying. I never could get away with lying to him and suddenly he is on top of me.
"Get off of me Andy!" I scream back and he just slaps me across the face.
"You let him get away, I bet you even told him exactly what I was doing." He gets confirmation from my guilty expression and wraps his hands around my neck. "God clarissa why can't you just do what I fucking say, just one time? You always have to make my life so difficult. If you just followed my simple directions I wouldn't have to do these stupid things." He rambled on as I slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the windows and I look around grabbing my stomach because it hurts so bad. Andy is nowhere in sight. I go downstairs and still no sign of him. All I see in the drive way is his bike, but the truck is gone. I run to the bathroom to access myself for damages. OK obvious bruising around my throat and some swelling on my cheek. That's not so bad, I've definitely had worse. I feel the cuts on my arm and a throb on my stomach, but I don't even remember him hitting my there. He must have done that to me while I was unconscious I reasoned. Lifting my shirt up as soft as I can I gasp at the sight before me, bruising from my ribs down to my hips? How could I not have woken up to this? Should I go to a doctor? I could have internal damage. How long have I been out? The sky is starting to light up again so it must be morning time. That would explain why Andy is not here, he went to his construction job. Of course he took the truck, he knows I can't drive that stupid motorcycle. I reach in my pocket and grab the card. I should call him. Maybe he can help me. Maybe I can finally make a difference in my life.
How was that? I've never really done this before so I hope it's ok. If you could review that would be cool, but this story just came to me while at work today so I was gonna write it either way. haha
