Author: oureleventhhour

Rating: T

Summary: Sam and Dean don't tell too many lies anymore

Au: season 6: Sam's out of the Cage with PTSD and Dean has a job. Both brothers attempt to live a 'normal' life.

Words: 798

Prompt: Lie

Characters: Sam & Dean

Lie: a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood.

Dean Winchester had been lying since he was...well, forever. When he was four years old his lies weren't a big deal. Yes, I washed my hands. No, I didn't draw on the walls, Daddy.

But after his mother's death the lies got bigger. My dad's on a business trip. No, Sammy and I aren't alone our uncle's at the store. That's right Sammy, Dad's a travelling salesman. What? Of course I'm old enough to drink, here's my ID.

Now that he and Sam were out of the hunting business though, the lies came less and less. The biggest lie was the one he told to people who asked how Sammy had come across his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Together, Dean, Bobby, Sam, and Castiel had spun a story about Sam and Dean being in a war where Sam went...away...for a year, taken by the enemy. They had added Dean into the story when the mailman noticed a gun in the house while delivering a package that had to be signed for.

To be honest, their tale was close to the truth. Sam had gone away for a year. Sam had been with the enemy. Sam and Dean, as well as Bobby and Cas, were in a war. If people took the wrong conclusions, that was their problem.

Dean poured himself a cup of strong, black coffee and sat at the kitchen table. With a quick glance to the stove clock he held back a groan. It was only four in the morning, way too early to be up.

Sam had had a series of horrible nightmares, worse than usual. Instead of one or two like most nights, his baby brother had suffered through at least four. Dean had been tempted to just drug the kid into sleep but Sam had made him promise not to do that.

"I'm on enough meds, Dean, I don't need anymore." Sam had said with a yawn, eyes closing in exhaustion.

The older brother was glad they could afford all of Sam's medications. Thanks to Cas, the Winchester brothers had been cleared of all charges ever held against them. Neither brother was sure how Castiel had done it, but they were extremely thankful. At least now they didn't have to lie about their names. Dean had burned all of the fake IDs he and Sam had collected over the years in the backyard.

His job at the garage and the medical benefits he had for Sam, since he was allowed to claim him as a dependant much to Sam's displeasure, paid for the majority of the pills and doctors appointments. Sure, Dean had to work a lot of overtime and every now and then had to pull shifts on the weekends but at least his brother was taken care of. All other meds that Dean couldn't pay for were paid by Bobby, despite Dean telling him he could just go to a pool hall in the next state and make some more money. Bobby had just about shot him after Dean told him that.

"Boy, if I ever hear you say that again I'll stick a shotgun up your ass and pull the damn trigger!" Bobby had shouted angrily, sounding insulted. Whatever Dean couldn't pay for Bobby paid for, despite Dean's protests. Of course, Sam wasn't aware of the financial help via Bobby but what Little Brother didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Dean took a long sip of the hot liquid and closed his eyes as he set the mug on the table. Most of their furniture had been picked up at garage sales, which meant they'd paid in cash. Yup, the Brothers Winchester were through with credit card scams and insurance fraud.

Their house wasn't big, thank goodness. Dean had lived in a motel room for the majority of his life and had spent a year with Ben and Lisa getting used to the everyday American life but that did not mean he wanted a friggin' mansion. The home was two stories connected by a set of wood stairs. There were two bedrooms and one bathroom. Yellow walls filled the kitchen on the ground floor beside the living room which was painted brown. A little laundry room was next to the kitchen and had white tile walls.

Sam wanted to repaint the house. "It looks like someone threw up all over the walls, man."

Dean had laughed and agreed. The first room they'd be painting would definitely be the puke yellow kitchen.

He heard the creaking above him and sighed. "Guess I better put on another pot of coffee." Dean muttered with a yawn, standing up and grabbing a second mug for his brother.

A/N: Yeah, I know, 2 posts in one day but...my inspiration is revolving around this 'verse right now instead of the stories I should be completing. Oh well.