Hello everyone! I hope you are all doing well... I hope this chapter makes up for the last lame one. Dedicated to Harley R.I.P, dude it sucks to loose a member of the family...
Shout out to- Asya55, Klandgraf2007, Sam and Dean's crazy ass wench for the reviews.
Disclaimer in chapter one.
Frosty. Yeah that was the best word to describe the relationship I had with Dean. No, frosty was too mild of a word. Blizzard, was closer. I refused to talk to him, look at him, unless I had to. Sam picked up on it at the drop of a hat. Of course he would, he wasn't dumb and we weren't subtle. Dean refused to talk to me and I him. Somehow we had both told Sam it was because of Dean lying to me about killing people. He bought it. But I was kicking myself inside keeping the truth from Sam. Dean killed someone, and then lied his arse of to Sam. It wasn't right. It just wasn't. We pulled up to the motel in Dearborn Michigan and Sam climbed out the car to book us a room for a few days. Dean glanced at me in the rear view mirror and I glared at him.
"You know. We have to talk at some point about this." Dean said as he drove into the lot.
"You'd think, but no, not really." I said plainly. Dean let out a sarcastically chuckle as he parked the Impala. He turned to face me and looked me dead in the eyes.
"Megan, Sam is noticing the friction between us." Dean stated.
"He's a smart boy." I replied dryly forcing myself not to roll my eyes at him.
"Look. I did what I had to do-" Dean started to explain his actions and I cut him off.
"Don't try and defend yourself to me! You're gonna have to answer to Sam when he finds out." I snapped getting out of the car and slamming the door shut. I stormed to the boot and grabbed my bag before slamming the boot down too. Dean climbed out of the car and marched over to me, looking just as pissed as I was feeling.
"Yeah. I will. And what about you? When he finds out, what are you going to say?" Dean asked almost growling at me.
"The truth." I snapped, glaring into his eyes.
"Yeah, because he really is going to believe that." Dean scoffed.
"Hey I didn't kill her." I snapped back. I just wanted to punch him in his stupid face. I groaned loudly and walked away from him before I did in fact hurt him. "Stupid... freaking... idiot... Arh!" I kicked a stone and it landed right in front of Sam. He walked over to me with a frown on his face.
"Well, no need to ask how your feeling." He said trying to make a joke.
"I'm sorry." I said with a small shrug.
"You know, if you wanna talk about." Sam said with a sad smile. "He's been my brother a long time, I know what he can be like." I looked into Sam's eyes and I bet so bad keeping the truth from him. I wanted so badly just to tell him, but it wasn't my place. Dean had to tell him, Dean and Dean alone.
"Thanks Sam, I just... I just need time to work through it all, you know?" I asked with a soft sad smile.
"Ok, just... I'm here." Sam said giving me a small hug.
A little later we changed into the suits and headed to the crime scene. Bobby had given us the lead and we checked it out. We climbed out of the car and I clocked Sam, rubbing his finger over the cut on his left hand. I noticed it a few time now, I figured it was the way he kept the voices in his head quiet. If it worked for him, I wasn't about to mention it. I just made a mental note of it, just in case.
"Feels wonky." Dean suddenly said snapping both me and Sam out of our respective little worlds. I turned to Dean and he was looking at the crime scene.
"What?" Sam asked confused as Dean looked over at the cops and tape.
"Working a regular job." Dean admitted plainly.
"Bobby'll call if anything flares up on the Leviathan front. In the meantime, you know you want to work this case, Dean. Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded." Sam explained giving me a glance. It had been true. Dean had practically dragged us to the hunt after Bobby gave us the lead. I think it was because he was hoping that keeping himself busy would help him forget killing. Not that he could tell Sam that. He had used some lame excuse of wanting to actual kill something.
"No arguments. It's kind of nice, you know? We're due for a little cut and dry. And, uh..." Dean said as we reached the tape line and flashed our badges. The cop held up the tape so that we could walk under it. "You seem good." Dean added glancing at Sam.
"I am. For me. By the way... Thank you." Sam said stopping Dean and me.
"For?" Dean asked confused.
"Amy. I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks." Sam said with a small nod before heading into the building.
"No problem." Dean sighed and I turned to him as Sam walked away.
"Dick." I muttered, shoulder barging him as I headed towards the building.
"Yeah, I know. Thanks." Dean said with a sarcastic smile before we both headed up into the building.
We went up to the building and flashed our badges again before walking into the actual crime scene. There was a whole in the hallway wall with blood on. It looked like something big had crashed into it.
"Welcome to Crazytown, population- one dead guy." The detective said as he took some notes.
"Who was he?" I asked looking at the mess.
"Uh, Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death." The detective replied reading from a note book.
"By?" Dean asked as we looked at the whole in the wall.
"Well, if we weren't on the tenth floor, I'd say by a car." The detective replied plainly. We walked into the man apartment and Sam pulled out the EMF reader. It started to go nuts as we looked around the place.
"It's going crazy." Sam said softly to us.
"Some kind of ghost?" Dean asked, both me and Sam shrugged. We continued to look around the place when Dean added a bad joke. "With a license? License to kill." He smirked at me and Sam.
"Seriously?" Sam asked as I noticed something on the floor. I bobbed down and picked it up, rubbing it through my fingers.
"Weird." I said softly, looking at the red clay kind of soil in my fingers.
"What do you got?" Dean asked as the pair walked over to me. Sam bobbed down and picked up some as well.
"Looks like some kind of powder." Sam said glancing to me.
"Sulphur?" Dean asked confused.
"No. Just red soil..." I said brushing my hands on my trousers as I stood up. Sam stood up again and sighed.
"Could be Christine -like." Sam suggested looking at me.
"Ugh. Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral." Dean said fishing around in a key bowl. He picked up a token and looked at it. "Check this out. AA, 10 years. Dead and sober." Dean commented tossing the token to Sam. "Double crappy."
"Yeah, only you would think sobriety is crappy Dean." I sighed as Sam turned to look at some papers. Dean pulled a face at me and I shook my head, looking around the guys house.
"There's a charge keeps coming up. 50 bucks a month at a place called Jane's. All right. Congrats on your sobriety." Sam commented tossing the token back to Dean. "I'll go find out what Jane's is. You two go check it out."
"I gave up AA for Lent." Dean said with a nervous grin.
"We're not Catholic." Sam said plainly.
"Megan is though." Dean said quickly. "I adopted her religion when we married."
"I'm pretty sure it doesn't count since we're... um separated." I added and Dean frowned at me.
"Always with the details. AA gives me the jeebs." Dean said looking from me to Sam.
"Wow. Shocker." Sam said sarcastically and I hid a small smile.
"Shut up." Dean replied tossing the token to me.
"Fine. We'll hit the meeting, you go hit on Jane." Sam said passing Dean the papers.
We left Dean to go find out about the flowers and we headed to the AA meeting. We found the outreach centre and found someone to talk to about Matt Hammond.
"Matt was a nice guy. Kind of a tortured soul. Join the club. But he just seemed to have a lot going on." The woman explained to us.
"Any idea what it was? Family, a girl?" Sam asked throwing her the puppy dog look. I swear that man could turn it on like a switch.
"He played it all pretty close to the vest. Something was eating at him, though, the last time I saw him. He almost slipped." She admitted glancing at me.
"When was this?" I asked softly.
"Just before he died, I guess. Called me from Neal's Tavern. Said he was an inch away from drinking. So I ran over, talked him off the ledge." The woman explained.
"Well, do you know what triggered it?" Sam asked throwing the puppy dog look again.
"Like I said, he didn't share much." The woman explained sadly. We got all the information we could out of her and left. We walked back to the motel and the talk went from the hunt to me and Dean.
"You know he's just been trying to protect you." Sam said as we walked. I sighed hiding a small sarcastic laugh.
"Protect me. Yeah, I hear Dean does a lot of protecting." I muttered looking out to the traffic as we walked.
"He just likes to keep an eye out on people." Sam said plainly.
"Sam, I know he's your brother. I know I'm meant to have this uber complicated relationship with him and all... but..." I sighed pulling my hair out of its ponytail and letting it fall down onto my shoulders. "I gotta admit. If I met you guys today... I would just walk away." I admitted softly.
"Walk away? Why?" Sam asked confused. I smiled at him and shook my head.
"Dean is just this bitter, drunk, pissed off dude. He seems to be... there seems to be a lot going on with him." I said and bit my lip. "He's just... I don't know. Then your not exactly the picture of mental health. I just would probably move onto the next hunt if I didn't feel like I need to stick around."
"No one is making you stick around Megan." Sam said throwing me the puppy dog eyes. My stomach rolled and I tried not to groan. Yeah but when you find out what Dean's done. Your going to need someone to talk to...
"I get this feeling. It's like.. it's like the feeling has been drilled into me. I have to stay. I have to try to protect you guys. I know crazy..." I said looking up at Sam. He smiled at me and shook his head.
"It's not crazy at all." Sam said with a laugh. "You, when you first met Dean. You were sent by Cass to protect him. Us."
"Protect you guys? The angel dude sent me to protect you?" I asked with amusement in my voice.
"No word of a lie." Sam said holding up his hand.
"Why? I mean... Why?" I asked with a smile.
"It's a very long story." Sam laughed. "I'll tell you about it after the hunt."
We got back to the motel and changed back into our normal clothes. Dean came back not long after us and told us who the flowers were sent to. It was a graveyard just outside of town. That night we went to check it out. We walked through the graveyard with flash lights looking for the grave of Elizabeth Duren. The place was horror movie classic creepy, with extra fog for effect. I walked past grave after grave reading the names. It was the first time I had really been in a grave yard since I remembered some things.
"Sam?" I asked softly.
"Yeah?" He asked walking over to me.
"Do you know if, um, my family have a grave somewhere?" I asked softly, looking at the graves around us.
"Oh, um..." Sam looked from me to Dean. Dean was pretending not to pay attention. "Dean?" Sam asked softly.
"You found it?" Dean asked looking up from a grave.
"No, um Meg wants to know if her parents have a grave." Sam said throwing me the damn puppy dog look for a second. Dean cleared his throat and walked over to me. Sam took it as a queue to keep looking at the grave stones.
"You told me, um, you're friend Karl, his parents took care of it all. Back in England, they've got a grave, yeah." Dean said softly, messing with his flash light nervously. I took a deep breath, knowing there was somewhere I could go. Say a goodbye, it lifted a small weight off of my shoulders. "Karl's buried back in South Dakota, near Bobby's." Dean added glancing into my eyes. I took a sharp breath in and Dean reached out to me, but stopped short pulling his hand back.
"Thanks Dean." I said softly, looking down and letting the breath out slowly. It was a kind of uneasy truce we called in that moment. Dean nodded and went back to looking at the grave stones. We looked for another ten minutes when Dean spoke up.
"Here we go. Meet Elizabeth Duren." Dean said pointing his flash light to a grave with fresh flowers on it. Me and Sam walked over to the grave and I bobbed down to check the soil.
"Died at 10. Wow. So, who was she?" Sam asked reading the head stone.
"I don't know. Why don't we chew on it back at the motel?" Dean asked looking at the pair of us.
We headed back to the motel and Sam looked up the local news archives on his laptop as Dean sat on the small couch drinking a beer. I sat at the table next to Sam, reading the screen.
"Elizabeth Duren. Killed 10 years ago when a neighbour backed out of his driveway. Didn't see her bike. No one was ever charged. Police ruled it an accident." Sam said and shrugged.
"Let me guess. The neighbour's our tenth-floor pancake." Dean asked already knowing the answer.
"Got it in one." I answered softly.
"At least we know he felt bad. I mean, the flowers..." Sam said with a sad look on his face.
"Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over." Dean asked looking at the beer in his hands before taking a drink of it. Sam watched Dean then glanced at me. We had both picked up on the fact Dean was drinking more, only I knew why.
"Yeah. All right. Well, regardless, now that we got a decent bead on ghost rider, let's go." Sam said plainly.
"What?" Dean asked looking at us confused.
"Burn her bones. Put her to rest." Sam explained slowly as we stood up.
"The fun never stops." Dean said sarcastically getting to his feet. We went back to the grave yard while it was still dark and dug up the grave. We did the salt and burn and re-buried the body.
By the time we got back to the motel it was day light. I was tired, Dean was tired and Sam was tired but got a coffee. All I wanted was a quick shower and a power nap, then I would be ready for the day. We walked into the room and Sam was reading a newspaper.
"Oh, another night at the office." Dean groaned softly and turned to me. "Why don't you take the first shower?"
"Thanks man." I said with a soft smile, walking towards the bathroom door when Sam spoke.
"Listen to this. A local man, Christopher Fisher, was ripped to shreds in a wild animal attack last night." Sam read from the newspaper. I glanced at Dean with an unimpressed look on my face. We both knew Sam was getting at something that would most likely be work.
"It is a dangerous world out there." Dean joked, taking his jacket off and flopping backwards on the bed. Sam sat at the table as I pealed off my jacket and hung it over the chair at the table.
"He was in the rest room of a diner." Sam added. Dean instantly sat back up again.
"Yeah, that doesn't sound right." Dean said with a sigh.
"Apparently, uh, none of the patrons saw anything. Guy calls 911, screaming about a dog, but the operator didn't hear anything, either." Sam said and then pulled his laptop over to himself, typing something in. "Wow. Looks like this guy had a history with dogs."
"Meaning?" I asked plainly, running a hand over my face. I resigned to the fact I wasn't going to get my shower or nap any time soon.
"Five years ago, he was arrested for running a dog-fighting operation." Sam explained as Sam got up and walked over to my side.
"Classy. All right. So, what? He causes so much misery that some Rottweiler goes Cujo on him from beyond the grave? Wait a second. Do... do dogs even have ghosts?" Dean asked us.
"Umm.." I said with a shrug turning to Sam.
"First I've heard of it." Sam admitted.
"That sounds weird. Ghost dog?" Dean asked.
"No weirder than ghost car, you know?" Sam added with a shrug of his own.
"You know what does make sense? Vengeance on the guy that Michael Vick'd you. I mean, I'm no one to judge, but it sounds to me like that guy had it coming." Dean stated plainly.
"Maybe... But maybe not. So, he got busted, got probation, started volunteering at an animal shelter." Sam said looking at his laptop.
"Yeah, 'cause he had to." Dean scoffed.
"At first, yeah. But he kept going long after he served his time. Looks like he got really into it. Raised a lot of money for the cause." Sam explained, showing us an article titled "Dog shelter thanks volunteers for efforts." I glanced at it, and it really did look like the guy turned his life around.
"Huh." Dean said reading the page too.
"People change." Sam stated and I glanced to Dean. Knowing too well he disagreed.
"Yeah, tell that to ghost dog." Dean said sarcastically walking away from the table and rubbing his lower back.
"All right. Uh, get suited up. Let's go check out the body." Sam said looking at me with a quick smile. I rolled my eyes and groaned a little.
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"What?" Sam asked confused to Dean's confusion.
"What?" Dean asked turning to Sam. "What?"
"Nothing. I... You okay?" Sam asked worried, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
"Peachy. Yeah, let's do this." Dean said sarcastically, giving us both the sarcastic smile too.
We got suited and booted and headed over to the coroners office. I was tired and Dean was a little grumpy so we volunteered Sam to go inside and get the info for us. Me and Dean lent against the Impala waiting for him to get back. We lent against the car in silence for a few minutes after Sam walked in.
"How you doing?" I asked breaking the silence with a question I didn't realise I had asked until the words left my mouth. Dean blinked and turned to me slightly confused.
"I'm just fine." He said sarcastically.
"Dean, I, I'm not trying to pick a fight here. I just... Sam's worried about you. But if you want to be a dick. Knock yourself out." I said with a shrug and looked forward again. Dean sighed and ran a hand over his face.
"I'm just tired." He said softly and I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.
"Just tired? Nothing else?" I asked softly.
"What are you getting at? Amy?" Dean asked me softly, turning to face me. I pushed away from the car and turned to face him too.
"Well yeah. Its obvious to anyone with all the info. You're feeling guilty about it. About lying to Sam." I said softly. Dean let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Thank you Dr. Phil." He said shaking his head. I frowned at him and shook my head.
"You know, you are such a dick at times Winchester. I mean, I... I'm trying here. You know? You're the one who lied to me about killing people. You should be trying to make this better." I said waving a finger between me and him. "But instead, no, not Dean Winchester. He'd much more drink and bury the guilt deep down." I said bitterly.
"Yeah well you have your way of coping. I have mine." Dean huffed folding his arms over his chest and leaning back on the Impala. We stayed like that, both stewing until Sam walked out with news.
"So, guess what I found. Red dirt. Under his nails. On his shoes, too." Sam explained with a small smile.
"Just like the, uh, car-crash guy's floor?" Dean asked confused.
"Yeah. So, gotta be some place around here they both walked." Sam said with a small smile. We went back to the motel and changed. Sam wanted to get right on it, so made us leave, without any rest.
We climbed into the Impala and Dean started to drive us while Sam checked out where the soil could have come from. I sat in the back throwing ideas out to Sam as he looked.
"An apple farm?" Dean asked confused.
"Yeah. Apparently what ever's in red dirt makes great apples." Sam explained.
"Wow. I'd be so interested in that if I ate apples." Dean said sarcastically with a sarcastic grin to Sam. In return, Sam just shook his head.
"So this one's supposed to be pretty old, uh, mostly abandoned. Few hundred acres." Sam explained.
"What?" I whined a little. I still hadn't shower or slept and I really needed coffee or something.
"A few hundred? We're gonna be searching all year." Dean whined as well as we glanced at Sam.
"Look out!" I yelled as a greying African American man ran out into the road holding his arms out to get the car to stop.
"Whoa!" Dean yelled as he slammed on the breaks, making the car stop just in front of the man. We all climbed out of the car fast to check on the man.
"Hey. Uh...You okay?" Sam asked worried. The man looked scared to me.
"Guy just jumped in front of a car, Sam." Dean said dryly.
"You want some help, sir?" I asked softly. The man was bent over breathing hard. It looked like he had been running fast.
"Okay, well, why don't we get you out of here before you get road killed, huh?" Dean asked ushering the man into the Impala.
"Yeah." The man replied panting.
We went back to the motel and got the man in our room. He was still pretty shaken up by something. Sam passed the man a glass of water and came and sat next to me on the edge of the table.
"So, Warren. Just, uh, take a minute. Tell us what's going on." Sam said with a soft reassuring smile.
"Look- you're good people, I can see that, but you can't do anything for me. No one can." Warren said shaking his head a little.
"Why not?" Dean asked confused.
"Cause it's all impossible. You won't even believe me." Warren said shaking his head more.
"Well, try us." I said with a reassuring smile of my own. Warren took a moment, glancing at all of us and spoke again.
"I was just put on trial and sentenced to death." Warren said softly.
"What'd you do?" Dean asked confused.
"Held up a liquor store. I killed the owner and his wife. I wasn't thinking. I was young." Warren said plainly.
"Young? When was this?" Dean asked just as confused as the rest of us.
"1981." Warren stated.
"And they just put you on trial?" Dean asked shocked.
"No, no, I just got out of prison." Warren explained.
"Okay, you're making less sense the more you talk." Dean said getting up from the chair. Sam got up, holding his hand out, making Dean stop.
"No, it's okay. Just...Go on." Sam said to Warren.
"Did 30 years. I just got paroled. Not that you're ever free of that. I think about it every day." Warren said showing how guilty he was really feeling.
"So, then, what were you running from?" I asked softly.
"Well, I told you- the trial! All I know is, one minute I'm at the bar, and the next, I get jumped, wake up in a damn courtroom." Warren said getting worked up. I turned to the guys utterly confused.
"Courtroom? Like a... courtroom?" Dean asked miming a courtroom.
"Well, no. There was a judge. Everything was crazy. It was in a barn." Warren explained.
"At the apple farm?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Warren nodded as I got up and glanced at the guys.
"And this bar where you were grabbed?" Sam asked.
"Neal's Tavern." Warren explained.
"Same place Matthew Hammond went before his... car accident. Think maybe dog guy went there, too?" Sam asked me and Dean.
"I'd bet on it." I replied as Dean watched us.
"Is there anything else you can tell us?" Sam asked Warren.
"You believe me? Who the hell are you?" Warren asked looking at us like we were insane.
"We kind of... specialize in crazy. So, uh, this judge- he got a name?" Sam asked plainly.
"No. But there was these weird symbols." Warren said confused.
"Symbols? Do you remember any of 'em? Can you draw them?" Sam asked passing Warren a pad and a pen.
"Excuse us a sec." Dean said stepping to my side. "Can I talk to you two?" Dean asked nodding to the door.
We fallowed Dean out onto the busy street to talk. Dean looked worked up about this case I think. Although lately, he could have been worked up about a lot of things.
"What is it?" Sam asked as Dean turned to us.
"What is it? Sam, uh... How about a drunk driver, Michael Vick, a murderer?" Dean asked waving his hand towards the motel.
"And?" Sam asked plainly.
"And... when did our black-and-white case turn to mud? I'm just saying I'm having a hard time not rooting for the ghosts on this one." Dean said shaking his head.
"No, you said it yourself- it's not on us to judge." Sam said firmly.
"Yeah, except that that's complete crap. Everybody judges all day long. Look, I'm just supposed to ignore what that guy did?" Dean asked catching my eye for a second before looking to Sam.
"We've shot people, Dean- more than two." Sam said plainly.
"Yeah, you know what? When those ghosts come to kick my ass, they've got a compelling case." Dean scoffed.
"So, what, you're saying- what? You don't want to work the job any more?" Sam asked confused.
"I'm just saying, you know, one simple friggin' day on the job- is that too much to ask?" Dean asked almost pleading with us.
"Well, look. I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna go try and find that barn. You coming?" Sam asked me and Dean.
"Sure, I'm in." I sighed, running a hand over my face.
"I'm gonna check the bar." Dean said turning to walk off.
"To work or drink?" Sam asked and Dean paused, turning back to us.
"I haven't decided." Dean said throwing his arms in the air before walking away.
"Awesome. Shall we?" I asked looking back at the motel.
We went back into the motel and Warren noticed we were a man down. He looked worried.
"What's going on? Where'd he go?" Warren asked pointing to the door.
"He, uh... Everything's fine." Sam said glancing back at me. "Look, let's go back to that farm."
"Oh, no, no. No, I'm not going back." Warren said shaking his head and backing away from the door.
"Warren, I need your help finding that barn." Sam pleaded with him.
"It's red- it stands out. I'm not going back. They're out there." Warren said firmly.
"Who?" I asked softly.
"The people I killed. I just- no. No!" Warren stated.
"You're safer with us than not." Sam tried to make Warren see.
"No." Warren said firmly. Sam let out an annoyed sighed.
"Okay." Sam said grabbing the paper out of Warrens hand. "Fine. Plan B." Sam said looking at me.
"We had a plan B?" I asked confused.
"Yeah." Sam said grabbing the salt. "You." He added making a salt circle around where Warren was sat.
"Have I mentioned how much I hate plan B's?" I asked shaking my head a little.
"I need you to stay inside this circle until I get back, okay? It'll protect you, and Megan will fight off the ghosts." Sam explained to Warren.
"How?" Warren asked confused.
"Just trust me, okay? We're trying to help." Sam sighed turning on the TV and passing him the remote. "Stay put." Sam added as we walked to the door.
"Are you going to be ok to go alone?" I asked glancing at Warren who was watching us.
"You need to protect him, and I need to get to the barn, figure out what's happening round here." Sam sighed softly.
"I could kill your brother sometimes." I groaned softly.
"I know. Me too." Sam said with a small smile.
"Be careful." I said softly as Sam pulled out his phone and nodded, walking out of the room. I turned back to Warren and smiled.
"Hey, mind drawing me those symbols?" I asked clapping my hands together.
Thankfully Warren drew me the symbols again and I started to search them up on Sam's laptop. Warren sat in the chair watching some random crap on the TV. I didn't mind as long as we could keep him safe. I sat typing away when my phone rang.
"O'Connor." I stated, resting my phone between my ear and shoulder as I typed.
"Girl, I found those symbols. Sam asked me to fill you in." Bobby said and I smiled softly to myself.
"Well thanks Bobby. I kinda got the Egyptian thing, I was thinking... Ra, Horus or Osiris, not sure which though." I said reading the page I had up.
"You're good at this. It's the 'Book Of The Dead'." Bobby confirmed.
"Well it was my area of study at Uni." I said with a small laugh. "Um... So does that make it Osiris?" I asked biting my bottom lip. Egyptian Gods weren't my strong suit, but when I was younger I did find them fascinating. I was such a nerd as a child.
"Bingo! The God Osiris. Real authoritarian type. He gets a hold of you, he's judge, jury, and executioner. Lore says that he can see directly into the human heart. He weighs the guilt. If he finds more than a feather's worth- boom, you're done." Bobby explained and I nodded running a hand over my face.
"Awesome." I groaned, I glanced at Warren and thankfully he wasn't paying any attention to me. He was too busy watching Dr Sexy M.D.
"Yeah, you know what it means right?" Bobby asked plainly and I ran a hand over my face again, trying to shake the feeling in my gut. It was really becoming a long arse day.
"Sam, Dean, me. We are all soft targets to Osiris... This is just..." I groaned again. "We've split up too. Dean's checking out a lead, Sam's looking for the courtroom and I'm baby sitting our only witness." I sighed with a sarcastic chuckle.
"Well you need to get the guys and get out of town asap." Bobby said with a gruff sigh.
"Hello, have you met the Winchesters?" I asked plainly shaking my head as I herd Bobby laugh.
"I know girl. Just try and stay safe. I'll keep digging, see what I can find." Bobby replied softly.
"Thanks Bobby." I sighed and hung up. Resting my head on the table with a thud. Warren turned in his chair and looked at me.
"Told you, you cant help me." Warren said plainly. I looked up from the table and smiled.
"Just, give us a little time. We will figure this all out." I sighed softly. Somehow... god knows how... but we might figure it out in time... maybe...or not.
A little later, I checked my shot gun had salt rounds and I started to pace around the room flipping my knife in one hand catching it. I pulled my phone out and tried to call both Sam and Dean, not getting an answer for the third time.
"So, you guys are in trouble with Osiris now I'm guessing. I swear to god you guys drive me freaking insane. Call me." I said putting my phone away. I grunted throwing the knife higher and catching it with one hand.
"No offence, but aren't you just a little too..." Warren waved his hand at me and I stopped holding the knife in my hand, raising my eye brow. "Too small to protect me?"
"Size isn't everything." I smirked. "I've been hunting things since I was little. I can handle the ghosts don't worry."
"Yeah well I still would rather have Sam here." Warren muttered as I rolled my eyes and went back to pacing.
"You and me both mate." I muttered under my breath. Suddenly the TV started to flicker and the lights joined in. The room got cold and I knew we had visitors.
"Sam?" Warren asked standing up, looking around terrified.
"Stay down!" I barked at him pulling my shot gun out and looking around the room.
"But-" Warren said arguing with me.
"Warren!" I snapped as two ghosts appeared. There was a woman and man, I presumed they were the ones who Warren killed.
"It's, it's them!" Warren cried out. Backing away from the ghosts, breaking the salt circle.
"Damn it!" I growled shooting at the ghosts making them disappear for a few seconds. I raced to the salt and grabbed it, tossing it to Warren.
"What am I meant to do with this?" He cried out as I reloaded the shot gun.
"Make a damn circle and stay inside it this time!" I growled. Warren started to pour the salt when the ghost's came back.
"Megan!" Warren cried, freezing to the spot.
"The salt! Now!" I barked and the ghosts turned to me.
"This has nothing to do with you." The man said plainly. I cocked the shot gun and shrugged.
"Sorry guys, but I can't let you kill him." I said aiming at the pair again. The man waved his hand out to me sending me flying through the air and crashing into the wall by Warren. I landed with a bad thud and was dazed.
"Megan, you ok?" Warren shouted to me. I groaned pushing myself up onto my feet and looked around for my shot gun.
"I freaking hate today." I muttered to myself then saw the shotgun across the room. "Just... get the salt in place and stay inside-"
I blinked and the next thing I knew I was in a barn. Sam and Dean were sat at a table looking as surprised as I did. There was a man dressed up in a chair with a staff talking and I had no idea what the hell was happening.
"Next witness! The prosecution calls... Megan O'Connor to the stand." The guy, who I figured was Osiris said pointing to the chair that was just in front of me.
"Come again?" I asked looking around.
"The chair, sit." Osiris said as I looked at the guys for help. Sam just nodded his head to the chair, so I went and sat down. "Now please state your name for the record."
"Megan O'Connor." I said looking at Osiris confused.
"And what is your occupation Megan?" He asked smugly.
"Hunter." I replied plainly.
"Now Megan, isn't it true, you work with Dean Winchester." Osiris asked.
"Yeah... and Sam." I answered.
"Megan, how did you meet Dean?" Osiris asked.
"I don't know... I don't remember." I answered and he frowned slightly. He stared at me for a few seconds and then sighed.
"Oh I see, you don't remember anything..." Osiris said and nodded. "Are your parents alive?"
"No." I said softly, looking to the floor.
"Do you know how they died?" He asked me.
"No." I said softly.
"For the court, I am refreshing the witnesses memory." Osiris said clicking his fingers. Suddenly a shooting pain burnt into my brain as a memory flashed into my mind...
I was dazed, beat and bloody. My body was in all kinds of hurt and the human blood forced down my throat was kicking in. But I had to keep my mouth shut. I wouldn't let this bastard know I was there to protect Dean. Not for anything. I opened my eyes and let out and unholy growl. Alistair was stood there smiling at me.
"Good, good. Glad to see you liked the blood my little pet. Now, back to the matter in hand." He said walking towards me with a silver blade. I pulled on the chains but I couldn't break free. I let out another growl. "Now, what are you protecting?" He asked stopping a foot away from me.
"I told you!" I growled, the blood was a kick to my system that I never felt before. "I am not protecting ANYONE!" I growled feeling the rush the blood was giving me.
"You know the amazing thing about human blood," Alistair said walking up to me. "It's so good at making a werewolf feel strong and powerful. But it's dirty little secret, it's dark side you may say is," He plunged the blade into my stomach and a whole new world of pain hit me. It was nothing like I had felt before I screamed and growled and tears ran down my cheeks. "It makes silver ten times more painful." Alistair said smiling. "What are you protecting?"
"Oh god, oh god..." I said trying to fight past a pain so bad it made me want to die. I had to keep my mouth shut. I had to protect Dean. I had to, it was given to me by God to protect him. "I'm... not... nothing." Was the only words I could speak through the pain.
"What a shame," Alistair said pulling the blade out. "I was so hoping I wouldn't have to tell you this." He grinned at me. "I've killed your family, I slit your mother throat in front of daddy dear, then snapped your little brother's neck and finally ripped your fathers heart out and chopped his head off. Oh he pleaded for your family, wanted them to be safe so much, shame he wasn't more of a man. He should of taken it more gracefully." Alistair said arrogantly.
"Arh! Damn it!" I growled, my hands covering my stomach for a few moments it had all felt so real. All the pain was so real and screaming through my body.
"Megan!" Both Sam and Dean shouted at the same time.
"Silence in the court!" Osiris yelled at the pair. I took a couple of quick deep breaths as I opened my eyes and instantly met Deans. I couldn't believe it. I had let my family die, to protect him. I let my family die... for you...
"Now, how did your family die?" Osiris asked me. I looked at Osiris and paused, finding the right words to say.
"A demon killed them." I said looking down. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I refused to give in.
"Why?" He asked. I shook my head. "Answer the question."
"Because I wouldn't tell him something." I said looking at Dean. I could see all the guilt in his eyes. I felt my grief washing over me as the memories settled into my mind.
"What wouldn't you tell the demon?" Osiris asked. I looked from Dean to Osiris and back again. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I brushed it away.
"Dean I'm sorry-" I started to say when Osiris slammed his staff down.
"Answer." He barked.
"I... I wouldn't tell him who I was protecting." I said softly, turning to the God.
"And that was Dean?" Osiris asked.
"Yes." I said barely above a whisper.
"So, it could be fair to say your family died because of Dean." Osiris stated. I took a deep breath and put my head up.
"It's one way of looking at it. Another is I have free will. I chose not to say anything." I said trying to defend Dean. Osiris smiled a little at me. He was enjoying it.
"Very well. Let me ask you something else then." He asked leaning forward in his chair. "Tell the court what you planned to do when you first came to America, before meeting Dean." I took a deep breath and looked over at Sam and Dean.
"I came because my family knew something big was going to happen. End of the world big. I came over to study, get connections." I stated.
"What about Karl Moore?" Osiris asked and I stiffened. His name sent a cold shiver down my spine.
"He... he was my best friend." I said trying to keep my voice neutral.
"He was more than that though. Isn't it true to say Karl was your first true love, that in fact he was going to move over here and the pair of you were going to elope?" Osiris asked.
"Yeah, yeah we were, but things change." I said firmly. I saw Dean shuffle slightly in his chair. I don't think I ever told him about Karl and how close we really were.
"He died, didn't he?" Osiris asked.
"You know that." I said firmly, trying to keep my grief in check.
"How?" Osiris asked.
"I don't remember." I said glaring at Osiris.
"Let me help you remember." Osiris said clicking his fingers again. Yet again another burning pain shot through my mind as I remembered Karl's death...
"Well isn't that sweet." Alistair said getting to his feet. "Little Dean Winchester is going to try and protect a monster."
"Screw you Alistair." Dean shouted swinging at him with his knife. I reached them as Alistair took the knife out of Dean's hands and threw it in the opposite direction. He grabbed both of us by the throats and started to squeeze.
"How easier my life will be without you too in it." He mocked as I teared at his fingers.
Suddenly a shot rang out and both Dean and I were on the floor grasping for breath. I looked up and saw Karl there holding a hand gun.
"NO!" I screamed as Alistair waved his hand and broke Karl's neck. I ran over to him catching him as he fell. His eyes were a cold blue, an empty hollow blue. He was already starting to feel cold. I shook my head fighting not to cry. Karl was my best friend, the first guy I kissed, the first guy I slept with, the first guy I hunted with and now he was dead in my arms. This was far from right.
The pain dulled again and tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed softly. My body shook with the fresh and horrific memory of Karl saving my life. I wiped my cheeks and looked over to Dean. He was nearly in tears as well.
"How did Karl die?" Osiris asked. I turned to him and growled slightly, balling my hands into fists.
"I am not going to answer you." I said threw grit teeth.
"You will answer, or I will hold you in contempt and make you answer." Osiris said glaring at me. "How did Karl Moore die?" I turned back to the guys and Sam nodded for me to answer. I took a deep breath and shook my head, it was wrong. This whole situation was wrong.
"He... he died saving my life." I said softly.
"And why were you in that situation? Was it because you, yourself was putting your life on the line to protect Dean's? In fact, you have a history of giving your life to protect Dean, isn't that right?" Osiris asked.
"I'd give my life to save anyone if I thought it would help." I stated. I'd had enough of his games. I just wanted to leave.
"You're witness." Osiris said to Sam.
Sam got up nervously and walked over to me, giving me a reassuring smile before clearing his throat.
"Megan, you were married to Dean right?" Sam asked me.
"Yes." I replied plainly.
"And, this was after the deaths you experienced, right?" Sam asked me again. From what I had been told it had been.
"Yeah." I said softly.
"So, even though you don't remember, would it be safe to say, any responsibility you felt Dean had for those deaths had gone by the time you married?" Sam asked me.
"It's logical. Yes." I said with a firm nod.
"So you don't hold Dean guilty for those deaths?" Sam asked. I turned to Dean and looked at him. He looked so guilty it almost hurt to look at him.
"Every human being is only responsible for their actions. Not the ones of others. So no, Dean isn't to blame for those deaths." I stated looking Dean dead in the eyes.
"Very good Sam, very good." Osiris said and turned to me. "You're free to leave."
"I want to stay here." I said and walked over to the table Dean was chained to.
"Very well, interrupt though and I'll kill you." Osiris sighed. "My next witness, Sam Winchester." Osiris said as I took Sam's seat at the table. "Sam... Not exactly the life you expected, is it?"
"Details a little different." Sam replied with a shrug.
"For a while there, you were gonna be a real lawyer. Marry Jess." Osiris stated.
"Yeah, that was a long time ago." Sam shrugged again.
"But were you or were you not happily out of the family racket until Dean showed back up in that gas guzzler? Ah-ah. The truth, now." Osiris said giving Sam a knowing look.
"It's complicated." Sam said looking back at us.
"That one act had quite a domino effect. Come back, your girl's dead." Osiris said waving his hand.
"Well, that wasn't his fault." Sam said looking at Dean.
"Sure, and neither is everything that came after- all the death and the blood and hanging on by a thread. None of that is on Dean, directly." Osiris said looking from Dean to Sam. "But don't you think that your brother dragged you back into that catastrophic mess because he'd rather damn you with him than be alone?" There was a long pause where Sam thought about the answer.
"No. One way or another, I'd have gotten pulled back in." Sam said with a nod.
"You know that for certain?" Osiris asked.
"Pretty sure." Sam replied.
"Pretty sure." Osiris said mocking Sam slightly.
"I'm positive." Sam said firmly.
"I believe you. Hey, if it was about convincing me, I would say..." Osiris said looking over at me and Dean.
"What?" Sam asked shocked.
"I don't decide anything, Sam. I don't decide Dean's guilt. I just weigh the guilt that's already there. This is solely about how Dean feels, way down deep. Them's the breaks." Osiris stated.
"Wait. So, if Dean believes he's innocent, then he is?" Sam asked turning to Osiris shocked.
"If. A big if. Why do I bring up the past? To see if he feels like dog food about it. People want to be judged. They really do. When your heart's heavy, let me tell you, real punishment's a mercy." Osiris replied looking over to Dean.
"I want to call Dean to the stand." Sam said firmly, looking over to us.
"Oh, you do, now? There is an order to this stuff, you know. Okay. I'll allow it." Osiris said turning from Sam to Dean and back again. He clicked his fingers and Dean's chains fell away. He went over and swapped seats with Sam.
"So, Dean. When you came and got me, did you know Jess would die? Or any of it?" Sam asked Dean plainly.
"'Course not." Dean replied plainly.
"Right. How could you? I mean, are you psychic?" Sam asked and Dean laughed. "That's a question." Sam added and I hid a smirk.
"No. Uh, definitely not psychic." Dean said shaking his head and glancing at Osiris.
"Great. So why would you feel guilty about not predicting the future?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I guess that doesn't make any sense. Actually, yeah, no, I don't." Dean replied shaking his head.
"What about Jo? Did you actually kill her?" Sam asked. I didn't know who Jo was but figured she meant something Dean by his reaction.
"Uh, no." Dean replied solemnly.
"Isn't it true that you don't feel guilty about her- that you're just...sad she's dead? That it just...blows?" Sam asked pacing in front of Dean.
"Actually... Maybe, yeah." Dean said looking at Osiris and back again.
"Mm-mm-mm. I like your style, Sam. Very engaging." Osiris said nodding slightly. Sam tried to ignore the God.
"Dean. Does any of this feel like it's really...on you?" Sam asked his big brother.
"Not really." Dean said shaking his head.
"Then is your heart heavy with guilt or just plain heavy and none of this guy's business?" Sam asked nodding to Osiris.
"Uh, what you said -the second thing." Dean said carefully.
"Then I rest my case." Sam said turning to Osiris.
"Very good... Both of you. All right. Because I really enjoyed that, I'm gonna be generous and ask - Dean, do you want me to call my last witness? Or have we had enough?" Osiris asked Dean. I could tell he was getting at Amy, and by how anxious Dean look, he knew too. Dean glanced at me for a second, his green eyes fixed directly on my own. I couldn't move, speak, do anything, his glaze froze me to the spot. Dean blinked and looked back to Osiris, sighing heavily.
"What the hell's he talking about?" Sam asked looking directly at Dean.
"Enough Ally McBealing. Just drop the hammer, will ya?" Dean asked ignoring his brother and looking purely at Osiris.
"Wait, Dean, he's giving us more time!" Sam cried out throwing his hands in the air.
"It's not gonna make a difference, Sam!" Dean snapped at his baby brother.
"You need another moment? You done?" Osiris asked looking at the pair. Dean turned, almost glaring at Osiris. He banged his staff down on the ground three times before getting up and address the court. "The court's reached a verdict. I find you, Dean Winchester, guilty in your heart... and sentence you to die." My heart stopped beating for a second. I couldn't believe it. "I'd suggest you get your affairs in order quickly." Osiris said turning to Dean.
The car ride back to the motel was silent. Dean drove never taking his eyes off the road. Sam sat next to him, I could tell his mind was working a mile a minute trying to figure a way to save Dean. Me, I just sat in the back. Replaying the deaths of my family and best friend, over and over, and over again. I couldn't believe it. I let them die... not Dean. Not the demon, me. I should have told them, warned them about it all. I... I should have told that bastard I was protecting Dean. I let him kill my family. They weren't even involved. Not by a long shot. Then Karl... Oh god Karl man I love you. I should never have let you hunt with me. You should never have been in that Church, you should never have met me. You'd still be alive now if it wasn't for me... A tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as we pulled into the motel parking lot. There was police and crime scene tape everywhere as they pulled out a body stretcher with a black bag on top. We got into the room and I knew it was Warren in the bag.
"Damn it, I told him. What happened?" Sam asked turning to me.
"They came, knocked me around, broke the salt line. I told him to make a new one... but then I got served." I said looking at the room.
"Osiris would have got to him one way or another. Guy's batting a thousand." Dean added dryly closing the door behind us.
"There's still time. We can figure something out." Sam said walking over to his laptop and started to look things up. I called Bobby to see if we could find anything that could help. The hours went by and we were getting no where. Dean stood looking out of the window with a glass in his hand as Sam's phone rang.
"Bobby. What do you got?" Sam asked picking up on the second ring.
"A way to give Osiris a dirt nap." Bobby replied.
"Good. We need it." Sam replied nodding to me and Dean. I was sat on the edge of the bed, sipping on some coffee.
"Now, as near as I can figure, it ought to put him down for a couple of centuries, at least. It's worked a few times since the Pharaohs were big." Bobby replied.
"So it's temporary?" Sam asked confused.
"Long temporary. I say we slap that band-aid on and leave finding a cure to some hunter in a space suit. Now, you're gonna need to stab him with a ram's horn." Bobby explained.
"A ram's horn? Where am I gonna find a ram's horn in Dearborn?" Sam asked looking utterly confused.
"No clue. But make sure it's a sharp piece. He ain't gonna let you stab him twice." Bobby replied.
"Yeah. Thanks." Sam said and hung up on Bobby. He went back to his laptop and started to type again. "Ram's horn. Ah... okay." Sam sighed as I walked over and saw that there was around 1,612 search results to go through. "Huh. Apparently, uh, Jewish people blow through them once a year." Sam said looking up at me and Dean.
"Where you gonna find one this time of night?" Dean asked walking over to us and checking his watch.
"Uh... synagogue?" Sam suggested.
"You're gonna steal from a temple? Well, that's a new low." Dean said shaking his head before drinking some more whiskey.
"You're on death row, Dean. Quit joking around. Here. Keys. I'll be back." Sam said getting up and holding his hand out to Dean.
"The dick's gonna sic Jo after me, Sam." Dean said plainly.
"You're a hunter, Dean. You know how to deal with ghosts." Sam replied as Dean gave him the keys for the Impala. Sam started to walk out of the room.
"So, you suggesting I kill her again?" Dean asked plainly. Sam stopped and turned back to us,
"You didn't kill her, Dean. I'll hurry." Sam said giving me a quick nod before leaving.
Dean turned to me and just looked at me. It was a look I'd seen him give me in the court. A guilty look.
"Yes?" I asked sitting back down at the table.
"You need to leave." Dean said plainly.
"Why?" I asked confused.
"Jo's gonna come for me. She might hurt you if you get in the way." Dean explained sitting down at the table next to me.
"A ghost. You want me to leave because of a ghost..." I said shaking my head. "God, your dumber that you look." I added and Dean looked at me surprised.
"Excuse me?" He asked shocked.
"Why would I leave you and let you die?" I asked folding my arms over my chest.
"I got your family killed. I got Karl killed." Dean said with so much guilt in his eyes.
"I think out of the two of us here, we both know I got them killed." I said sadly.
"You were-" Dean started to argue.
"Save it. I don't blame you, I blame myself." I stated and the room fell silent. We sat just drinking our respective drinks for a few minutes.
"I deserve to die." Dean stated breaking the silence.
"Why? Amy?" I asked confused.
"No, I've done a lot of wrong. More than you can imagine. I deserve this. Maybe it's my time." Dean suggested with a shrug.
"Maybe your just an idiot." I added with a shrug of my own.
"Thanks." Dean said sarcastically.
"Welcome." I added just as sarcastically. Dean got up from the table and groaned loudly.
"You know what? I just want to die in peace." Dean said turning to me. "Just... just get out of here."
"No." I said standing up.
"Get out of here!" Dean barked at me, throwing a hand to the door. "You wanted to stay away from me enough at the cabin! Not to mention you can't stand being around me, not after the Amy thing! Why don't you just run off now?"
"You want me to let you die?" I snapped back shaking my head.
"Yeah, I do!" Dean growled. I shook my head and laughed bitterly.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" I asked balling my hands into fists. "You'd love the easy way out!"
"I'm tired of this!" Dean yelled at me. He grabbed my shoulders and backed me into the wall with a thud, holding me there. "I can't do this any more! I can't!"
"Do what? What can't you take any more? Sam with the crazy? Me and the memory? Bobby? The Leviathan? Castiel? What can't you take any more Dean?" I asked yelling back at him. He pushed me against the wall again.
"Everything! I can't deal with everything any more! I am sick of being on the wrong side of luck! I am sick of watching friends, family die! I am sick of having to drag my ass up every morning to fight the great fight! I'm sick of lying to Sam! I am sick of being around you!" He yelled the anger rolling off each word. I felt the rage build in myself and I pushed Dean away from me.
"Maybe I'm sick of you too Dean!" I growled pushing him back slightly. "You think your the only one who feels guilty here? I feel guilt of not remembering everything! And even more guilty for the things I do remember!"
"Then just go! Leave now!" Dean snapped at me.
"Fine! Die happy and alone Dean!" I snapped back storming out of the motel, banging the door as I left.
I was so mad at Dean, so damn mad that I couldn't see clearly. He thought he was the guilty one, he thought he was the one with the heavy shoulders. He couldn't see he wasn't the only one. I walked to the nearest bar and decided to try and grab a drink and clear my mind. I sat at the bar and a blonde busty woman walked over to me with a smile.
"What can I get you honey?" She asked resting against the bar.
"Umm... whiskey, neat. Make it a double." I said plainly. She nodded and fetched my drink.
"What's got you all twisted around, a man or work?" She asked bringing the bottle over as I downed the double in one mouthful.
"Men, isn't always?" I smirked as she poured me another.
"Ain't that the truth. I'm Mia by the way." She said as I drank the next one straight off too.
"Megan. Thanks Mia." I said tapping the glass on the bar.
"You might wanna take it easy there Megan." She said pouring me another one.
"I really don't." I sighed as someone came and sat down next to me. I glanced at it was Osiris.
"Water please." Osiris said to Mia, she nodded and walked off to grab his drink.
"Awesome, let me guess, I'm next on Judge Judy?" I said with a sarcastic smile.
"Megan, as soon as I put you on the stand, I saw your guilt. It almost matches Deans." He replied as Mia brought the water.
"Anything else?" She asked us.
"Just leave the bottle." I said passing her a fifty. She gave me a sad smile and walked off.
"You carry guilt over things you can't even remember." Osiris said sipping on his water.
"Well I'm just that kind of special." I said pouring myself another drink. "Mind if I finish this before we get to the courtroom?" I asked holding my glass.
"For you, I'll wait." Osiris smirked at me. I wanted to punch him in the face but I didn't think it really would help anything. I groaned and drank some more. I finished my drink and stood from the bar. I was definitely getting drunk, not there yet, but tipsy.
"Shall we?" I asked Osiris as he stood up too. I caught Mia watching us as we walked out. She looked slightly worried about us. I brushed it off and walked into the cold air of the night.
"I will give you a fair trial." Osiris said as we left the bar.
"Yeah, like you gave Dean..." I muttered.
"I mealy weigh the guilt in the heart." Osiris said pointing to a darkened alley.
"I know. But still kinda sucks... Let me die quickly, yeah?" I asked as we walked to the edge of the alley.
"Of course." Osiris said grabbing my arm and turning me to face him. His hand going over my mouth. I struggled a little on instinct and then saw his eyes flash a bright blue. Sam appeared behind him and pulled something out of his back. Osiris face turned to rotten flesh before he disintegrated on the floor. I swayed slightly on the spot as Sam looked at me panting slightly.
"We're gonna need to talk about this." Sam said firmly, taking my arm and pulling me back to the Impala.
The next day we pulled up near a river to talk. The guys were resting next to the Impala drinking a beer each. I just stood near them, watching the water. Sam hadn't tried to talk to me yet and I was counting that as a small blessing.
"So, uh, it seem like... you know, like... she was in pain?" Sam asked, they had been talking about Jo and what happened.
"No. No, just kind of faded. Regular Jo. Actually, maybe a little happier." Dean said taking a sip of his beer. "I got a question. So where the hell did that come from, volunteering to defend me?" Dean asked smiling at his brother.
"He was gonna kick me out." Sam said with a shrug.
"I don't know, man in another life, you uh... you might have made a pretty decent scuzz bag." Dean joked and Sam laughed a little.
"I'm 0 for 1, Dean." Sam pointed out.
"Ah, it's not your fault. You were pretty convincing." Dean admitted.
"So, who was he talking about?" Sam asked glancing at me.
"Who?" Dean asked confused turning to his brother.
"That whole final witness thing." Sam asked.
"No idea. Honestly, that could be just about anybody dead we know. By the way... I mean, I get why Judge Judy put me on trial- I got guilt coming out of my pores. But...why'd he skip you two?" Dean asked looking at me and Sam. Sam hadn't told Dean yet about the little adventure with Osiris. He told Dean I was at the bar, trying to find a lead on him.
"I think I just don't... feel guilty any more." Sam said with a shrug.
"Come on." Dean sighed.
"Look, I don't know what to tell you, Dean. I mean, I've spent a lot of time feeling pretty crappy- like, my whole life." Sam explained.
"What, you got a secret stash of happy pills?" Dean asked shaking his head.
"Hell." Sam replied and we were both confused. "Look, I'm not saying it's logical. I just...you know, I feel like I did a lot of stuff I should have felt bad for, and then I paid a lot of dues and came out the other side, you know?" Sam explained.
"And that worked? I mean, you really feel like your, your slate's wiped?" Dean asked confused.
"No. Nothing ever gets wiped." Sam said as he walked to the passenger side of the Impala. "You know? Sometimes I see Lucifer when I friggin' brush my teeth, but, I don't know, I guess I just finally feel like... my past is my past, and I can move on with my life. You know, hopefully." Sam said softly.
"Easier said than done." Dean muttered.
"Not arguing that." Sam added.
"Well, I don't know whether to be, uh, jealous or weirded out." Dean said shaking his head again.
"You'll get used to it. I mean, I don't want to sound lame, but... I kind of feel good, Dean." Sam said with a smile.
"Well, you are going to be a pleasure to ride with." Dean said sarcastically before we all climbed into the Impala and Dean drove us away.
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