I'm so sorry, Sammy.

I'll be with you soon.

The impala's engine purred. Dean was bobbing his head to the beat of Thunderstruck by AC/DC, mouthing the words. Sam was shaking his head, smiling ever so lightly as he watched his older brother dance to the song.

At first glance, everything seemed perfectly normal. Expected, even. But something was wrong. It had to be, there was no way everything was right. This thought etched itself so deeply into Sam's brain that he felt as though if everything truly was alright, he wouldn't believe it.

He tried to make sense of it all. His conclusion kept leading back to Andy trying to trick the two of them, but he hadn't reacted to the holy water, and hell, he'd lost his mom; that had to have taken some sort of toll on him. But no matter what he did, he couldn't imagine Lindsey being the demon.

Then, once more, how had she gotten past the holy water? Did she just not drink it, and pretend she did? Andy wouldn't have been able to do that, since Dean had touched his shoulder with the water.

He thought he'd gotten to know Lindsey. He was damn near positive she wasn't capable of hurting anyone that badly. Even if she was a cheater, to kill someone is definitely a few steps above what Sam believed she could handle. And for the thousandth time, why did the demon kill Ms. Taylor? Why did they specifically want to tell Sam they were back?

And back from where? Where were they before? There were too many unanswered questions, and as Dean pulled up into the University's campus, Sam hadn't been able to an answer a single one.

"There's her car!" Sam said, pointing at a blue sedan.

"Should we wait around until her classes are over?"

"Yeah, I guess." And yet another question perched itself on Sam's mind. If Lindsey was a demon, why would she be going to class? There'd be no point.

"Well great, guess this gives us a chance to talk." Dean turned down the volume on his music, until it was just a dull blare.

"Talk about what?"

Dean didn't look at Sam, "It's just... Sam, I don't believe you really didn't know about Lindsey."

"What!? What would make you think that?!"

"We've been through this before, Sam! You always make these mistakes, and I don't know if I can trust you. Actually, scratch that. I can't. I can't trust you anymore Sammy. Things like this just keep happening, and you always say, 'I didn't know.' That excuse doesn't work anymore."

"But- Dean, what's come over you…?" Sam said in a worried tone, "I thought… I thought we were past this?"

"I never forgave you, Sam."

Sam's heart skipped a beat.

"You constantly make the wrong decisions. Why should I trust you?"

Sam stared at his brother, unblinking, "We're… we're family, Dean."

"Are we?"

"What the hell are you trying to say, Dean!?"

Dean took a deep breath, "You should have stayed in the pit with Lucifer."

Sam threw open the impala door, and stepped outside. He peered in through the window.

"Look, Dean, I don't know what's come over you, but this isn't like you. Now, you stay here in case Lindsey comes by, I'm going to scope out the campus."

"Sam—"

Sam had already walked away. If he'd turned around, Dean would have caught a glimpse of the distraught expression on his face.

Sam put his hands in his jacket pockets, and stared at the university in front of him. For a moment he wondered what Stanford would've been like. Then the thought passed and Dean's words struck him once more.

How could he say that?! Yet, it felt true. Dean couldn't trust Sam. And why should he? He's right. Sam's always just been a freak. A monster. It made sense that Dean viewed Sam the way Sam viewed himself.

He took a quick breath, and took out his phone. He opened his messages and began typing a message to Lindsey.

Where are you? I'm near your university, thought I'd say hi.

He waited a few minutes, just awkwardly standing near the entrance of the university, before his phone finally buzzed.

Wut r u doin here? If your really that eager, I guess I can cut class and meet u in the supply coffee, but its usually taken. Well have to wait in line.

After a moment it buzzed again, **closet. Dam autocorrect.

Sam smiled slightly, and wrote back.

Meet me in front of the school? I wanted to ask you something.

He didn't get an answer, so he waited around a few minutes, before deciding she wasn't going to show.

He was about to turn and leave, planning to just go back to the impala and wait with Dean, when the doors burst open and Lindsey came out.

She was wearing a shirt with the slogan "Game-changer' on it and Sam vaguely recalled Andy wearing a similar one.

"Heya Sam! What, you couldn't wait for my classes to be over, huh?" She flipped her hair back and grinned, "It's not like we were doing anything important anyways."

Sam looked at her, disbelief flooding his mind. She couldn't be a demon, there was just no way. He can't have messed up that badly… again. He found himself pleading to God that she was just a human.

"My brother actually, um, wanted to meet you."

"That sounds like an awkward threesome. Sorry, I'm not into the whole 'incest' thing. But, you do you, Sam."

"No, I mean, he just wants to chat, is all."

"Well that's boring," She pouted, crossing her arms, "You dragged me out of class to actually talk? Huh."

"It's about Andy."

"This again!? Honestly, why do you care so much about my boyfriend—"

"My brother's a cop. He was investigating Ms. Taylor's death, and well, he wanted to ask you some questions."

Lindsey let her arms fall to her sides, "Oh. Right, of course. I guess I can talk to him then."

Sam led her towards the impala, and then making sure he could see if she made any movement at all, he said a single word.

"Christo."

A/N: Okay, I get it. It's a Friday. But you know what? I'm going to be updating somewhat erraticallyover the next short while because WHY NOT? I mean, y'all aren't complaining right? I'll have another chap up Tuesday as well, don't worry.

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