Chapter 4: Truth Be Told
Walking downstairs, Dean decided to get something to eat since he was year, Yawning he walked past the big living room window while stealing a glance as he looked outside in the driveway and noticed his car wasn't there, he walked into the kitchen.
Stopping with confusion on his face, Dean took a step back and leaned backwards doing a double take at the driveway…
Pulling up to a desolate and cloudy area of smoke, Fiona couldn't see anything. She couldn't even see the building, or at least make out where the station stood.
Stepping out of the car she covered her mouth with her sleeve as she coughed for clean air.
"Hello? Anyone here?" She asked in a muffled voice, as she kept blinking her eyes trying to see through the fog.
Smelling a foul smell she decided to follow where the smell was coming from.
Shit… Fiona thought realizing what the smell is. Walking over she noticed a small flicker of red light, which happened to be fire. Which reflected the last remains of the station.
"Lillith." Fiona muttered realizing what happened. There was no trace of any bodies left; they were probably burnt to crisp.
Feeling a sense of guilt, Fiona keeled over and became sick, realizing that she should of came when she first had the feeling.
She was so guilty to the point of where she was physically sick.
"For a human, I always thought this cloudy, foggy type of air was toxic for you." A familiar British voice stated causing Fiona to glance up blinking through the fog.
Seeing a pair of eyes starring back at her with a head of bleach blonde hair.
"Lysander, what do you want?" Fiona asked once she was able to regain her composure.
"Is that such a way to greet an old friend?" Lysander asked before noticing the car.
"We're not friends." Fiona stated standing up as she glared at Lysander.
"What did you do?" Fiona asked causing Lysander to have a shock expression.
"Me? What makes you think this was done by me alone?" He asked as he walked up to her, starring down at her.
"As much as I'd love to take that compliment from you, this isn't my scene. I'm more of a stalking prey type of guy. I wouldn't go and bloody blow everything up!" Lysander added causing Fiona to stare around the fog once more before starring up at him.
"Where is she?" Fiona stated referring to Lillith as she pulled out her dagger, as Lysander grabbed her hand stopping her.
"Silly Fiona, as much as your physically fit body is strong, there's no way you can take on Lillith." Lysander stated while giving her body a look over with a smirk causing her to punch him.
"Alright, alright. To save you from your big guilt trip. The virgin girl was saved, good thing she was too, I mean dying while a virgin. I can't imagine it." Lysander babbled.
"Wait, Nancy was saved? By who?" Fiona began to ask as she pulled a small dagger out from her coat pocket, oblivious to Lysander.
"See, that'd be going against the code-
"Look enough shit about this code, just tell me who the hell saved her. Obviously, it wasn't you." Fiona fired back.
"You going to kill her?" Lysander asked with a smile and a thumbs up.
"Okay, I'm going to put in laments terms for you, either you tell me then I stake you- or I stake you and you die and I find out from someone else." Fiona stated as she held up a stake, about to strike him just as he opened his mouth reveals his fangs.
"I'm surprised, you've decided to do this now, after all since you've been locked up in my basement for a month."
"See, at that time was fresh supply of blood and today I'm hungry." Lysander stated as he leaned towards her, before she kicked him in the gut sending him falling backwards.
"Tell me!" She exclaimed straddling him to the ground holding the dagger in her hand above his chest.
"Under different conditions and circumstances, I wouldn't mind being in this position." Lysander stated. As he struggled to get her off of him, causing him to flip her onto her back.
She still held the dagger in her hand.
"Tell me!" Fiona exclaimed again as she struggled against his strength keeping his face away from her.
"Never." Lysander stated as she held his neck. And with her other hand she banged him in the back of the head, causing him to moan in pain from the sharp hit to the back of his head.
"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed holding the back of his head.
"Who saved her?" She asked in an annoyed tone, as the dagger was inches from his chest
"Fine, Fine. That wench. What's her name? Oh Trillian." He stated as she turned away from him.
"Great, now we're actually going to finish your annoying appearances." Fiona exclaimed as her back was facing him, and she turned around ready to strike but noticed he was gone.
"Fuck…that's the second time this week!" Fiona exclaimed angrily as she shook her head and walked over towards the car, realizing he disappeared.
Figuring she got all the information she could get out of him, she drove off back towards the house.
With a small sense of relief, knowing at least that one of the people that helped them survived.
Pulling up in the driveway, she put the car in park and sighed as she turned around to see a frantic looking Dean starring at her through the window.
Opening the door slowly, she stepped out and starred at Dean for a few seconds.
"You took my car!" He exclaimed as he followed her into the house.
"Yes, I did. I'm glad you've realized that." Fiona replied as she walked upstairs to her room, with Dean following like a puppy.
"It's my car!" Dean exclaimed, not realizing he was in her room.
"Look I needed it okay, I'll refill the car with gas if that'll make you happy."
"No it won't make me happy!" Dean exclaimed as Fiona pulled off her jacket and the dagger hidden in her pocket as she sat on the bed.
"Fine what can I do to make you happy so I can get some sleep?" Fiona asked annoyed.
"Tell me the fucking truth for once!" Dean exclaimed having enough of her bullshit.
"You want the truth?" Fiona asked causing Dean to nod his head as she looked tiredly up.
"Fine, your car smells like shit." She stated as she closed her eyes as she laid on her back on her bed.
"JESUS FI IT DOES NOT SMELL LIKE SHIT AND WHY DO YOU HIDE STUFF FROM ME? JUST TELL ME!" Dean exclaimed startling Fiona whose eyes darted open as she blankly stared at the ceiling.
Of course why wouldn't he defend his car? It's his baby, after all. Fiona thought as she sat up and starred at him.
"I deserve an explanation." Dean stated as he stood there, starring at Fiona, Fiona starring right back at him.
"Which should be explained over a bottle of Whiskey." Fiona stated, already knowing it was going to be a long night. Making her way around Dean, and passing Sam's room she walked down the steps and towards the kitchen.
Dean after talking with Sam, over ending this little fight Dean and Fiona are in, decided to give it a try and listen to her as he followed her down the steps.
Grabbing two Jack Daniels, she turned around and saw Dean leaning against the counter starring intently at her with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an explanation.
After taking a long, sip Fiona avoided Dean's gaze as she set the bottle.
"What do you want to know?" She asked as she sat on the corner counter across from him, leaning her head against the wall.
"Was there another guy?" Dean asked defensively.
"Your kidding right? You actually think that?" Fiona asked before taking another swig of her drink.
"Cut the shit, and tell me why you left." Dean exclaimed, he was getting tired of avoiding this conversation and he wanted it done and over with.
"Look, Dean Something in my past came up that night, and it's something I don't really want to talk about."
"Everyone has something in their past, they don't like." Dean stated coldly, as he walked up to her and placed his hands on the counter next to each thigh belonging to Fiona.
Realizing how close she was to Dean at this moment, she quickly jumped off the counter causing Dean to back up.
"I can't do this." Fiona muttered quietly not noticing Dean had heard her, as she sighed deeply.
"Why?" Dean asked angrily leaving his drink on the counter as he turned around to face Fiona.
"Dean, can we please just forget about this and move on. You should be mad at me, never wanting to see me again-What did you do?" Fiona asked realizing Dean must have done something to make him want to be right.
"What?" Dean asked surprised by her questioning and confused.
'Dean, out of the years I've known you, you only want to make things right when you've- what were the terms?" Fiona asked realizing what he has done as she paced the floor, starring at him.
"Terms for what?" Dean asked, being clueless.
"Stop playing the dumb card, for the bet you idiot." Fiona stated madly, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I have a year left to live." Dean explained starring at her. Dropping her head, she bit her bottom lip as she starred at the floor shaking her head. Slowly walking towards Dean, her hands at her side she walked up to him and starred straight at him, with one fast quick and swift move, Dean felt a smack to his face, forcing his face to turn the other direction from the force and the impact from her hand slapping his face.
Walking past him, she quickly walked up the steps and slammed the door behind her after she walked into her room, leaving Dean standing there with a confused face.
Hearing the slamming of the door, Sam woke up and tiredly walked into the kitchen from the guest room he was sleeping in.
Grabbing a glass of orange juice, Sam turned around and after taking a sip he saw the confused look on his brothers face.
"What happened? Did you sort everything out with her?" Sam asked hoping that everything was good between the two now.
But after he asked this, he also noticed Dean was holding his cheek.
"Wait did you- ." Sam was about to ask but was interrupted by Dean who exclaimed.
"BITCH DID A 360 ON ME! I'M THE ONE WHO'S MAD, NOT HER!!" Dean exclaimed trying to figure out how she ended up being the one mad.
"Did you get slapped?" Sam asked as he erupted into fits of laughter.
"DUDE SHE SLAPPED YOU SO HARD IT WOKE ME UP!" Sam exclaimed as he gasped for air through his fits of laughter, because it was just not Dean to get slapped by a woman.
Sitting down he kept laughing as Dean slapped him in the back of the head.
Dean aggravated and also annoyed took another long drink of his whiskey.
Sam tried to control his laughter as he watched his older brother gulf down the drink before throwing the empty bottle into the sink.
Clearing his throat, he watched his brother turn around and began to leave the kitchen.
Seeing this, he shook his head "No matter how smooth you are with the ladies it doesn't cover how stupid you are with the ladies."
Turning around, Dean had a confused expression on his face as he stared at Sam, trying to comprehend what he just said.
"What does that even mean?" Dean asked as Sam stood up and began leaving the kitchen.
"Well, obviously Dean if a girl slaps you across the face, she doesn't want to be bothered; knowing you, you'd probably make everything worse. So just stay down here and don't talk." Sam explained as he began walking up the steps towards Fiona's room.
"I don't make everything worse." Dean muttered as he walked over to the couch and sat down flipping through the channels while not even paying attention to what he was flipping through, mainly because his mind was somewhere else.
Shaking her head, Fiona was scrounging around in her black trunk searching for a small clear crystal.
"Has to go and screw every fucking thing up." She muttered hastily as she bumped into one of the corners, not realizing it would cause the lid of the trunk to shake and fall onto her back.
"OW!! Stupid fucking trunk." Fiona replied as the lock on the lid was digging into her back, quickly she lifted her hand and grabbed a hold of the lid and threw it back open as she climbed her way out.
With a map, and a crystal hanging from a thin piece of twine she quickly walked over and climbed into her bed spreading the map out.
Holding the crystal from the string of twine over the map, she noticed it began to swivel in a circle.
"Idiot…go and waste his life." Fiona muttered as she ignored the faint knocking on the door.
Feeling her impulse quickening, she ignored it because of her anger over riding it.
"Just go ahead throw your life away on a stupid bet, doesn't matter how many lives you could save."
Knock. Knock.
"Just stay the night at an ex-girlfriend's house…not tell her you have a year left to live, and pretend everything is normal." Fiona wasn't paying any more attention to the now speedy circling crystal, because she was too flustered by Dean's news.
"Stupid fucking BASTARD!" Fiona exclaimed as her anger rose along with her impulse, causing the crystal to rip off the string and fly off hitting the door just as it was being opened with it's point going all the way through the door showing on the opposite side.
"Ah, shit." Fiona muttered quietly realizing what just happened, as Sam's head peeked around the door slightly frightened.
Slowly and cautiously, Sam opened the door wider, until Fiona could see the crystal's pointed end piercing through the door.
Staring at the point, as it was right in front of Sam's nose, Sam did a double take towards Fiona as he asked.
"What was that?" He asked being frightened and baffled as he stared back at Fiona and glanced at the map on her bed.
"I was tracking, Sam, I'm sorry." Fiona stated as she got off her bed and gave the crystal a hard tug as she pulled it out of the door leaving a hole.
"Tracking? But you can only track if you're a – your not a?" Sam asked realizing that only Wicca people can track people.
"No, Sam, I'm far from a witch." Fiona stated as she threw the crystal on her bed as she fell back on the bed also.
"I was just very frustrated." She commented as she noticed Sam's confused state.
"Look, if it's with Dean, it's a long story, and it's because of me." Sam stated.
"Sam! You're not helping me! I already know that!" Fiona exclaimed before, quickly standing up and walking up to stare out the window with her back facing Sam.
"Wait, already know? What are you talking about?" Sam asked confused as an African lion living in the North Pole.
"Remember, when I first met you…"Fiona stated as her eyes became fixated on a small star up in the dark sky, just twinkling all alone.
"Yeah, you kept popping up just about everywhere, and by the 8th time you and Dean were on the ground wrestling and you told us you were a hunter."
"Yes, but you don't know why I kept popping everywhere." Fiona added, trying to not make this seem so hard for her.
"Yeah, I do, because you told us your family has been hunting ever since your great, great grandfather built the colt."
Sighing loudly, and almost in an annoyed way, Fiona walked over towards the door and closed it, realizing there was no way to hide something from Sam; he was always the reasonable one of the two.
There was just an unexplainable truth between Sam and Fiona.
"I'm tired of lies." Sam muttered to her as she walked by and sat on her bed fiddling with the dangling strings on her pillow.
"I know Sam, I know. You want the whole story, or Spark notes version?" Fiona asked hoping for the latter, but knowing Sam it wouldn't be the latter.
What would it hurt if just one of them knew? Fiona thought to herself as Sam's dark chocolate brown eyes bore into hers, like a doe's.
"The whole." Sam stated as he walked over and sat on the end of her bed starring at her.
"Well first we're going to have to go way back to Samuel." Fiona stated referring to Samuel Colt as she took a deep breath.
Sam confused just stared at her waiting for her explanation.
"He didn't just build it for a hunter of the supernatural, he built it after having his own experience also, see he was close friends with the guy he built it for, and they were talking over it at a meeting late in a bar one night, when the other was attacked by a demon, even though it was recorded as a bar fight, it wasn't, realizing what was going on, one of the barmaids ran over and saved them by saying some sort of incantation in a different language, startling both of the men…. realizing what happened, she helped for the care of them, and explaining her own experiences with the supernatural and revealing that she was the guardian of Samuel Colt's friend, whom was referred to as William….and she wore this when she saved their lives." Fiona explained as she held up a silver outlined crystal crucifix, which was hanging on a silver chain around her neck.
Sam, taking all of the information in, stared at the crucifix as he asked.
"How does this all go back to you though?"
"That barmaid, helped with the building of the colt, and eventually she fell in love with one of the men she was guarding, Samuel Colt. Later on in their life, they hunted and saved others, with the barmaid's healing powers, she helped save those who were near death by just an inch, but two years after they conceived their first child, she disappeared, and was later found dead 8 days later." Fiona further explained as Sam listened intently.
"So, your telling me, that your by some means, you're a guardian?" Sam asked.
Nodding, Fiona sighed as she lay on her bed staring at the ceiling.
"So that's how you knew about the bet." Sam stated fitting the puzzle pieces together.
"You're a descendent, so that would make you to be a guardian, but for- for us?" Sam asked realizing what was going on.
Fiona just starred at him, with an apologetic look as if she was going to cry.
"Sam, I'm begging you, please don't tell Dean." Fiona stated simply, while still looking as if she was about to cry.
"I really never intended on you guys finding out, I mean after I left, I knew I screwed everything up, with your lives and everything else at risk and I'm sorry, but I had other duties. I can understand if you hate me right now, I would hate myself, but please you can't tell Dean." Fiona begged again as Sam stood up and walked over towards the door, resting his hand on the doorknob.
There were so many questions, buzzing around in his brain. He didn't know what to do, except he just needed to have to his space.
Opening the door and turning his back on Fiona, he heard her say.
"Please, don't tell him Sam, please. I know how he is with all this stuff and I knew you would be more open-minded to it." Fiona begged once more for the third time causing Sam to slowly turn and stare at her before giving her a quiet nod, as he left her room and closed the door behind him.
Closing her eyes, Fiona feel back on her bed as she felt the water rush down her face, as she turned in her bed crying silently to herself, audible to no one else.
Walking downstairs, Sam past Dean who was starring blankly at the television set
"I'm going to bed." Sam stated quietly as he walked into his room and closed the door behind him before he walked over to his bag and pulled out his laptop to do a little research.
Drumming his fingers, Dean stared up at the ceiling above him, figuring if he should go up to talk to Fiona or just let her be alone, cause he knows of her past anger problems.
Turning the television off, He stood up and jogged up the steps while glancing at the Fiona's room, before walking towards his.
Closing the door behind him, he turned and walked over and lay down in the bed starring at the wall.
Fiona stood up, and wiped her tear-filled eyes as she changed into a wife beater and her red checkered pajama pants after that, she walked over towards her door and opened it up to see Dean's back facing her down the hallway.
Startled, by the sound of a door closing, Dean turned around and faced an empty hallway.
Sighing, he walked up towards Fiona's room and pounded against the door, noticing the small hole and peeking through it.
"DAMN, Fiona! Why can't you just tell me! Say something!" Dean exclaimed, getting tired of this bullshit going on between the two.
Fiona stood in her room, starring at her own reflection while hearing the frustration and hurt in Dean's voice.