Couldn't sleep so I figured I would keep going. Here's another chapter... Hope Ya'll like it.
And I still don't own the characters but there are days that I wish I did.
They were at an impasse. Sam could sense that Amelia didn't want to give in. She wanted to know, and she wanted to know now. She wasn't one to back down and neither was Dean. That meant that diffusing this would be up to him. And he had already made quite a mess. A mess that only the truth would fix. And the truth was a scary thing. He wasn't sure what scared him more, the possibility the she could believe him, or the possibility that she could think he was crazy. Either way he was fairly certain that she wasn't going to be sticking around.
"I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW!"
She was right on that one. She did have a right to know. She had been sharing her bed with a stranger for months. She didn't even know his real name. A name that brought murder charges, bank robberies and grave desecration to the table as well as everything else he needed to tell her.
Before Dean could continue the argument, Sam knew he had to step in, "What if I tell you one thing. And then the rest will wait until morning."
"You want me to be content with just one thing?" Her voice had dropped back to within its normal range, but it was still strained. She was so angry, but he was trying to compromise. And that was at least something.
"I promise it will be the most important think I tell you."
"I guess it depends on what piece of information you're planning on bargaining with."
"My name."
"I know your name, Sam."
"No, you know that name that I told you. A name that I hoped would stay under the radar and keep both of us safe, at least for a little while. But it's not my name."
"What do you mean it's not your name?" The anger was ebbing in again. She was fighting to stay calm. This man had met her father and being who her father was he had checked him out. Everything Dean had told her, matched what her father had found under the name that he had given her. Samuel Singer. And now, she was being told that this wasn't his real name. So what had her father found.
"It's simple really, it's not his name." Dean's answer was short, and Sam knew his brother well enough to know that he was annoyed. If she had a hard time understanding this, how was she going to take the entire truth. Their entire life.
"When you told me about your father, I knew it was only a matter of time before you told him about me. And after you told me what he did, I knew that I needed to cover my tracks. So I contacted someone I know, and they gave me a history. Well, they gave me my history with a few adjustments. The truth is that if you knew my real name. You wouldn't need your father to learn whatever you wanted about me. But your search would have raised red flags, and people would have come here, and asked you questions that you didn't have answers for. And I would have had to leave. So, I gave you a safe name, and a history free from all of the crap that I have gone through. We have gone through."
She just stares at him for a few minutes, the silence permeating the house. Every few seconds her eyes would shoot to Dean, but they always returned to meet his gaze.
"I want to know." Was all she said after a long pause, "And I have the right to know."
"When you run my name, and I know you will as soon as you leave this room. Red flags across the country are going to go up. And you will be watched. You will be bringing things here that I can't control. You need to know that before I tell you. You need to understand that you will be putting not only Dean and I in danger but yourself as well. Just keep that in mind before you run off and Google it."
"I understand that Sam, but if you're not going to tell me everything then you promised this."
He had in fact done just that. And now, he was wondering where his decision had come from. Telling her the name Winchester was dangerous. The name itself was dangerous. And yet that was the first thing he had offered to give her. Something she didn't even know that she didn't have. He turned, looking to Dean for help, knowing that his brother would come through. He always did and this time was no different as he stepped up to take his place besides his brother.
"Sammy just wants to make sure you understand exactly what's at stake here. Our name is a burden that we bear. And it's not something that we share. Bad things tend to happen to people that know our name. That know the truth about who we are and what we do. So what he's asking is that you take this information, and you sit with it until tomorrow when we can tell you the rest."
"Fine. I get it. You've done bad things and your name brings up your past. Everyone has something in their past that they aren't proud of. No one is perfect."
Dean was angry. Sam could see it in his face. But Sam could also see understanding. Because Dean understood why Sam had done what he had. Because it was the same thing that Dean had done to Lisa and Ben. Only they had known what they were getting themselves in to. They had known who Dean was before they took him in.
"You're right. But our name brings death with it. It brings nightmares, and it brings danger. Something that you need to understand. And you need to swear that you will wait until you have heard everything before you do something crazy, like enter one of our names in to a search engine."
"If that's what it takes, then fine. You have my word that if you tell me your names. And yes, I want both of them. Then I will leave it alone until tomorrow. promise"
Sam knew the ball was in his court, so he looked up to meet Amelia's gaze and said the only thing that made sense, "My name is Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean."
With that, he turned and walked out of the kitchen and towards the back porch. He didn't need to turn around and see that Amelia had fled down the hall and was probably already locked in their bedroom, or that despite the argument that had just taken place Dean was rooting though the kitchen. He needed a minute to collect his thoughts. Dean would follow him, because that's what they did, so he simply stood at the back door looking out into the night.