Chapter 11: Truth

Castiel struck Sam's heart with the stake and Sam collapsed.

"Sam!" Dean ran to his brother's side and began to cry. Looking over in Castiel's direction, he saw the trickster fading away next to him. Too heart broken to think anything of it he turned back to Sam only to see him changing.

"Cas… tiel," wheezed another Sam entering the room, "slow down."

Dean's eyes wandered to the Sam that had just entered the room, then back to the one in his arms. Instead of seeing his brother, he saw a forty year old man. Dean dropped the man and asked, "OK, what's going on here?"

"I killed the trickster," Castiel stated.

"Wait, the trickster was acting as my brother? Then why did he have a fake trickster come in?" Dean asked confused.

"He wanted to gain your trust without being killed by your brother. So he did it while your brother was with me."

"OK, I'll pretend that makes sense."

Sam who had been standing in the corner the whole time couldn't stop himself any longer. He rushed to his brother and hugged him.

"Dude, Sam, get off me," Dean said almost disgusted.

"Alright… Jerk."

"Bitch."

Just then Bobby came rushing in like a man on a mission. "Sam, I thought you said Dean was injured, he's just fine."

"I never told you Dean was injured," Sam said

"The trickster called him, Sam," Dean explained.

"Wait, what?" Bobby asked, missing everything that was said.

"We'll explain it to you on the way," Castiel said.

"On the way to where?"

"To Alastair."

Bella's Father's POV

"James, come to bed. It's two in the morning," a woman called.

"In a minute, hon," he replied. He was watching That 70s Show and he wanted to finish it. Right then he saw movement outside. Walking towards the window he saw a man walking up the steps… His steps. He turned on the light, grabbed his gun, and went outside.

"What do you want?" James asked with a tone that said if you move I'll shoot.

The man stopped walking and said, "I'm here to talk about Bella."

A little shocked, James lowered his gun and said, "You know my daughter?"

"Yes."

"Well then you'll be said to know that she's been dead for almost a year."

"I already know. I have come to ask you where she was buried."

"Why do you want to know that?" James asked, some what taken aback.

"So I can pay my respects."

James looked at the man before him and finally said, "It was an old church off of Pinewood Drive. I think it was Saint… well it started with Saint."

"Thank you," the man said turning around.

After he was gone, James went back inside and found his wife next to the window. "Who was that?"

"Some friend of Bella's."

At the sound of her daughter's name, the woman began to cry silently.

"Hey, It's ok," James said, trying to comfort his wife. "Let's go to bed."

They walked halfway to the bedroom when a knock on the front door stopped them. Curses sprang from James' mouth as he walked back to the door. He opened it and saw a middle aged man.

"Hello there. I'm here to inquire about Bella and where she is buried."

James sighed and repeated what he said to the other man. "Now goodnight." He finished and started to close the door, but the man budged in. "Hey!"

"Oh please, enough of your whining," the stranger said as he lifted his hand and twisted it with a fast jerking motion. When he did that, James' neck twisted with it and snapped. After he toppled to the floor, his wife came out from the bedroom to see what all of the noise was about.

When she saw her husband on the floor, in a pool of blood she stopped, unable to believe it.

"Your husband has been most helpful to us this evening," the killer stated. At the sound of his voice, the woman peeled her gaze off of her dead husband and looked at the man. "Marissa, right?"

Marissa stood up as fast as she could and ran. She ran straight to the back door, but when she got there, the man was already waiting for her. Marissa stopped so fast that she fell backwards, and she begged him not to kill her.

"Well I'm sorry, but I can't let you live."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Alastair."

The last thing Marissa saw was the cold, black eyes of her killer. Then Alastair flicked his wrist and everything went dark.