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Chapter Twenty One

Crap, Dean thought as he stared at the sheets of paper that detailed what the shapeshifter had done and he had been blamed for. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this one. If he didn't tell her what really happened she would probably call the police and if he did tell her the truth she would probably think he was lying and crazy before calling the police. He was going to have to tread very carefully.

"Are you going to explain yourself?" She demanded; her voice cold and hard.

"How did Mike find this out?"

"It doesn't matter, just tell me."

"I don't know if I can," he admitted.

"Then I'm gonna call the cops. According to this you're a murderer and unless you tell me otherwise I'm gonna call the cops and they can deal with you," she told him as she reached for the phone. Dean out his hand on her arm to stop her.

"Okay," he said; his voice beginning to sound panicked. "I'll tell you but you're not gonna like it."

"Fine, go on."

"It wasn't me," he sighed; sitting down on the sofa and resting his head in his hands. He sat like for several minutes before he continued. "I never killed that girl."

"So you're saying that you were framed?" Dean looked up and nodded. "Then why don't you just tell them that?"

"Because the cops think that is was me. It's not as simple as you think."

"Then explain it to me," Emma sat down next to him and grasped his hand in hers. "I need to know."

"Do you really? Because once I tell you there's gonna be no going back."

"Just tell me."

"I didn't kill that girl; it was a shapeshifter."

"A what?" Emma asked in disbelief.

"A shapeshifter. It can take the form of whoever it wants," he explained and watched as Emma's face grew dark.

"And it chose to look like you?"

"It was killing women and then framing their loved ones for the murder. Sam and I were hunting it and it took on my appearance."

"Hunting it?"

"That's what we do; we hunt evil things. Spirits, demons, werewolves; things your worst nightmares would run away from in terror."

"You can't be serious?" She shook her head, not believing what he was telling her. She had thought he was a nice normal guy not some kind of nutter.

"Remember when I told you my mom died in a fire?" Emma nodded. "Well that wasn't all; she was murdered by a demon and my dad spent the rest of his life hunting down this demon to get revenge. He trained Sam and me to do the same. We spent our childhood travelling around the country hunting evil."

"You're crazy," she whispered and Dean's heart broke in two. "You are completely crazy. Mike was right about you," her voice began to rise. "He said you were dangerous and you are."

"Emma, please; you have to believe me," he pleaded. He hadn't wanted it to go this way.

"I can't," she cried. "I can't believe you because what you're saying is completely unbelievable. There is no such thing as demons; there are no such things as ghosts and there are no such things as werewolves."

"The night we net; when we fell down that hole. It wasn't a big dog chasing you; it was a werewolf," he told her; burying his emotions deep inside and steeling his voice.

"No it wasn't, you're just deluded. You've been brainwashed your entire life and now you're trying to do the same to me but it's not going to work. I want you gone. Out of this house and out of this town. If you don't then I'm gonna call the cops."

"I can't do that," he told her. "There's another werewolf on the loose and I can't leave until its dead."

"You are going to leave," she demanded; her voice rising to a scream. "I don't want to see you anymore."

Dean knew that he had to go. He stood up slowly and walked to the door. "I thought you might understand," he said quietly before leaving. Emma stormed over to the door and slammed it shut before collapsing into a heap and sobbed her heart out.

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Dean threw the door to the motel opened and slammed it shut. He was angry. No, he was more than angry; he was furious. He pulled his jacket off and threw it into the corner of the room before collapsing onto the bed; his arm covering his face.

How could she? How could she react like that? It was like Cassie all over again. He had told her everything; opened up to her in a way he never opened up to anyone and she had thrown it back in his face. That was it. He was never opening up to anyone ever again. They would have to take him on face value; what you see is what you get.

Standing up, he felt the anger become unbearable so he slammed his fist into the wall. The cheap plaster cracked around his hand as it went straight through leaving a giant hole. Relishing the pain; he pulled out his hand and repeated the motion over and over until he collapsed in a heap on the floor and he finally let his emotions go. All the pain and betrayal he was feeling over Emma's rejection spilled out and he began to cry; curling his legs up to his chest; he wrapped his arms around them and buried his face into his knees.

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Sam had left Joanne's shortly after he had got rid of the demon. He had to tell Dean that it was Mike who was the other werewolf. It would be the full moon shortly and they needed to kill him before he hurt anyone else.

The first thing Sam noticed upon his return was the giant hole in the wall. The second thing was Dean on the floor crying. Feeling immensely worried for his brother; after all he never let his emotions go like that so it must be bad; he hurried over to him.

"Dean?" He asked; placing his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Dean looked up; his breathing shallow and ragged and his eyes red and puffy with tears flowing down his cheeks; his knuckles covered in blood. Sam's heart broke for Dean in that moment and he realised what had happened.

She had broken Dean's heart.