What you think you know -5

Okay since I am going out of town to Detroit to go see Firehouse, for inspirational ideas only …LOL here is a little bit more I'm just going to let my mind run wild… enjoy

Dean kept an eye on the very livid woman before him, trying to think of how he or Sam could disarm her, with out hurting her of course. Sam kept both of his eyes on the girl who still was holding a shotgun which was loaded at his head "Look what ever my bother did, I'm sure it isn't as bad as it seems." Kendall studied Dean then the other man " you have no idea, what he has done ". Now Sam was just getting annoyed " Look my brother is a moron, he doesn't call girls after he sleeps with them, if you are one of those girls then I'm sorry. But you can't just beat him up."

Kendall looked back at her husband "Sleeping with other girls, you bastard " she kicked him in the face, he rolled with the kick and stood up "Kendall" he started, but it was too late she dropped the gun walked towards him and punched him, throwing him off balance once more. Sam intervened this time grabbing her from behind trying to restrain her, she hit her head against his, he loosened his gripe, and she used her heel to kick his shin. Sam dropped her letting her to continue her assault on Dean. As she went to kick him one last time, he was ready and caught her leg, pushing her back, making her stumble.

She regained her balance and dusted herself off. She looked at both of the men, finally all the anger began to melt and the loneliness and sadness flooded in "Leave, just go" she whispered. Dean watched as she went back to the porch and he stepped closer with Sam behind him. " Please, leave Dean, just take him and go I don't need you anymore. Just go back to where ever you came from. You died months ago and I just want you to leave."

Sam was still confused, but after seeing his brother practically crawl over to her he was starting to understand. She had to be talking about the shape shifter, he slowly walked towards her as Dean did." Kendall, I'm not dead, I wish I could erase that moment for you but I can't. I really wish I could, you have to know that." Kendall lifted up her eyes and gazed into his hazel ones "You have no idea, what happened after you left. I thought you came home for a while, I thought the police killed you I thought I buried you. Not a shape shifter. Can you imagine Dean? I thought my husband was dead" She looked over at Sam again, who stopped in his tracks, he had heard everything so far "Dean?" Dean stood up, turned around to face his brother " Sam, meet my wife." The words hit Sam like a truck "Your what?" Sam took a step backward " Wife? Dean, you aren't married" Sam stopped "Are you?"

Dean felt the panic, flooding his body, it was time to come clean with everyone, he hoped he'd be able to do this a year from now but hey, he was in between his wife and his brother" Sam, look. Dad knows he was there, so don't worry about him" Sam wasn't worried about their father, if Dean hide this, what else was he hiding. Sam shook those thoughts out of his head, this was his brother, Dean would die with out hesitation if need be.

Sam snorted in disbelief as he looked from Kendall to Dean; it was very obvious she was still pissed. Sam got closer hoping she wouldn't decide to kill them" So, you are my sister-in-law" a small smile crept across her face " Yes I am Kendall, you are?" "Sam. Sam Winchester. I'm sorry I hadn't known who you were. Um you know I can go back to Missouri's by myself while you straighten this out " Dean gave him a pleading look " look Dean, you have things to sort out and I think I'm going to just be in the way." Sam headed towards the car as Dean stood in one spot trying not to upset any more than he already had.

Sam was to say the least hurt by his brother's actions, of not telling him about Kendall, and judging by her reaction, she was more than hurt. Dean watched his brother pull out of the driveway and motor down the road. Dean kept looking in that direction until the roar of the muffler was a faint rumble. He turn his attention back to Kendall, who looked pretty composed for some one who found out her husband was alive after 6 months.

She was the first one to speak "You know I have a good mind to call the police on your ass and tell them your alive." Dean sighed as he sat on the bottom step " You should, I would if I were in your shoes." They both sat there for a good half-hour with out speaking.

Finally Kendall stood up and walked into the house, when Dean didn't follow, she stuck her head out the window " You coming in or leaving again?". Dean stood up, dusted off his jeans, and disappeared into her house. She was at the kitchen table looking into a coffee mug "Now what Dean?" Dean wasn't good at sharing his feelings; he for the longest time kept them bottled up or just under the surface.

Dean sat in the chair next to her, he reached out to touch her, she flinched away "Please, don't touch me " she whispered. Dean pulled his hand back and he knew what she meant " With the shape shifter?" She looked at him "Dean, I thought it was you. He had a black impala, he talked like you, he kissed like you, he… he knew everything about me, he had every scar". Dean watched as she told him everything, she looked physically ill as she told him. He couldn't blame her, he knew he couldn't, he never called to tell her he was alive.

Kendall looked back down at her mug" He came here 4 months ago, told me he, well you had found your father and he didn't need you to hunt anymore. I believed you. He told me he wanted to have a family " she started to choke on her words as she relived the whole encounter. " I was so excited. That night I made this huge dinner, we ate, watched a movie. Then that night in our bed…." She couldn't say it as the tears fell. Anger flared up just below Dean's surface " Kendall, you couldn't tell it wasn't me ", anger flashed in her tear filled eyes " Damn it Dean, he was you, everything he did said, nothing was different. Not even the leaving in the middle of the night" she spat out.

That statement stung, he only did that once and it was because his father called him. Dean could fix anything, he used to be able to anyway, but he had a feeling that this wasn't something he could fix" I guess I should go" Dean went to stand up and make his way to the door" Go ahead and leave you coward, I knew that you would. I knew you couldn't handle any of this, you use to do this all the time, we'd fight or I'd say something you didn't like and you'd get up and leave. When you think about it, you are not much different than that other Dean."

She watched Dean stop in his tracks, looked over his shoulder at her, he knew it was the anger she had for him talking. He walked over to her, grabbed her by the arm, slammed her against the wall, and pressed his lips against hers, he felt her knees turning to gel under him. He pulled away " I am nothing like that bastard." He let her goes, walked back out to the porch, his mind was reeling, and he had to call Sam, Missouri. Not really, Missouri had her hands full with Sam and if Sam needed him he'd call. He had to fix this with Kendall.

He sighed as he leaned back, while inside Kendall stood against the wall, touching her lips with her fingers, there was a difference, she just wanted it to be Dean so badly she wouldn't let herself see it. She slide to the floor and sat there with her knees pulled up to her chest, just sat there gazing at the wall, as if it held the answers she was looking for.

Okay, while I'm having a blast at the concert you look over and review any thoughts as to where I should take this….