Lisa only knows how to take, but she doesn't give anything back. And when she does, she gives it to someone else.

Notes: Again, sorry that this took so long I'm about to finish this semester and have many ideas to continue this story. Update after final exams week will be quicker :] So, this chapter is very quick, and I needed to get it out of my system pronto, I am not completely satisfied with it, and when I have more time, I will edit it a little I think. I'm sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes! Review please :D!

"Ok Dean, where the hell is this coming from?" Lisa's tone was calmed but serious, like she was inviting Dean to speak his mind but to chose the words carefully. She used that tone very often, but mostly it was Dean's fault, whatever they were fighting about. Not this time, though. This time Lisa was the one who had to explain herself.

She was at the foot of the stairs with her arms crossed looking at Dean as if he wasn't worth her time.

"You haven't answered yet."

"I don't want to answer such a stupid question."

"If it's really that stupid, honey, why don't you damn answer it and we can go on with our life"

Lisa didn't expect Dean to be this angry, and she was a little surprised at Dean's voice level. He never shouted at her, it was always Lisa the one who raised her voice.

"No Dean, I'm not with another man. I can't believe you actually think that, and I wish you have a good reason to."

Well, did he? He had no other that assumptions from his aunts and himself. But no real proof. But they wouldn't lie to him. They loved him and had never hidden anything to him or Sam. THey wanted their two nephews to be happy, and Dean trusted them.

"I've heard stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Someone has seen you with some guy. Both being sneaky and shit like that."

"Who has seen me with some guy?"

"Lisa, is it true?"

"Tell me who?"

"I won't tell you. Tell me if it's true" "

No Dean! I'm with you! I don't need to be with anybody else, I have you and Ben!"

"Then why did you lie?!"

"Lie about what?"

"Those times, when you said you had to stay late at work, or that you were needed on your days off, and every time I called, you weren't there! It always turned out you hadn't even gotten to your job, or you had been gone for hours! And when you got here you actually told me fucking anecdotes of work!"

"Wha-Dean, every time you asked I gave you the reasons of why I wasn't there!"

"I didn't always ask you, Lisa. And those days, you'd lie to me about how your day was. If you always were at your mother's or with a friend, as you said you were, why lie those other times? Why not just tell me the fucking truth, Lisa? I never forbid you to be with people you fucking love."

Unlike you

Dean's temper was off charts. He was never one to snap and shout about things. Whenever he got pissed at something, he'd just sulk and maybe bitch about pretty much everything, but he never fought. He didn't like to talk about the things that troubled him. But right now, all he wanted was to take his ire out. He was good at reading people, his aunts had taught him and Sam how to when they were kids so they could tell if a person was trying to trick them, and trick them instead. He knew how to read Lisa just fine, he only had avoided doing it. Until now.

Lisa was starting to look anxious. Her always composed frame was giving in to nervousness poorly dissimulated with annoyance. She kept glancing sideways so that she didn't have to look at Dean. Dean could tell she was lying.

"Maybe I should call your mother? Ask her when was the last time you were there?" Dean said, his voice dropping dangerously and taking his phone out.

When he started dialling the number, Lisa widened her eyes impossibly. "Dean, that's unnecessary."

"Is it? Why? You're not lying. The one who will look like a fucking idiot is me, after your mom tells me you were there a couple of days ago, huh?"

He was about to press send, when Lisa's hand landed on his. "You don't have to call her Dean." her voice was a whisper and she was looking down.

Dean could feel her light tremble. His heart ached at the meaning of it.

"Who told you?"

"Why does that fucking matter? You cheated on me anyways." Dean spat darkly.

"I want to know, Dean"

"Ellen." Dean said defiantly.

Lisa turned to look at him looking slightly angry "Ellen? Your aunt? I thought you didn't speak with them anymore?!"

"Well I do. They are my family. I'm not like you Lisa. I love you as you are, whatever your family is"

"You lied too"

"Don't give me that bullshit! I was always with them, you can ask whomever you want! People always saw me going there."

She didn't even have the right to make this Dean's fault.

Dean sat down on his chair, and rubbed a hand heavily on his face. His body felt weak, like it couldn't take this argument. Lisa hadn't even told her mother about this, she hadn't even been sneaky ebough. She probably thought Dean was so dumb he wouldn't realise that she had fucked another man. How could she? He loved her, gave her his whole heart and life, everything he had, was hers. Why?

"Why?" he asked, not managing to look up to whatever emotion Lisa would show when she gave her reason.

It took her a moment to gather the words "I- I don't know. It just happened. One day, we were chatting, next moment, his lips were on mine. And I could only let myself go. I couldn't stop myself. I'm sorry Dean."

His insides felt cold, and he could feel tears starting to try and come out. He pinched his eyes with his fingers to stop them and his eyes stung. The knot in his throat tightened and it ached when he tried to swallow. Breathing was difficult. His hammering heart didn't let him listen to whatever Lisa wa saying now, so he spoke instead, even his voice sounding like a strange noise.

"All those times I asked you, how could you lie? I gave you all I had. My own being, I always made sure you missed nothing. You took and took Lisa."

Lisa said nothing. She was looking at the floor and she was shaking slightly, Dean knew she was crying. Well, good, she deserved it.

"I'm sorry Dean" she whispered "It's just, I needed-" she shook her head before stoping short.

"You needed what?" asked Dean incredulously, because what could she need, if she had it all?

"Nothing. Nevermind."

"Tell me Lisa" Dean's voice was high and commanding, and Lisa squeaked softly at the sound.

With her lips trembling she answered "I needed a pinch of normal, Dean"

"A pinch of normal?"

"Yes! You can do magic, Dean! Tell me how is that normal?"

Dean felt his blood boil in every vein and artery of his body, rushing up until his head was boiling as well. "Tell me Lisa, when have I fucking done magic since we started living together? Huh?" His voice dark, he stood up and gave a step towards Lisa, who took one back.

For a moment she was scared at Dean's eyes, his wide orbes spitting fire and murder, at his voice that was dropped and still so high.

"You lied, Dean. You said you never saw your aunts when you obviously do! I asked you not to, to leave all that behind!"

"Don't you fucking dare Lisa! I left them for a damn year to make you happy! I left all I am so that you were satisfied! You actually tried to make forget about my brother, my father, just because you are a judging bitch! You don't fucking know them, don't pretend that you do just from what your bitch mother has told you from us!" Dean wa shouting, ignoring the head ache forming behind his eyes and the quivering lip of Lisa. Her eyes were so wide with fear, but Dean couldn't care less. "All I did for you, and you couldn't even return the favour by being fucking loyal."

"I'm sorry Dean."

"We have a son, Lisa." Dean knew that was only half true, and he dreaded the answer to his statement, but he had to know, he had to be certain, even if the world would shatter around him. When Lisa didn't speak, Dean closed the gap between them and grabbed her both arms. "Don't we?"

She swallowed and bit her tonge to stop the sobs from coming. She shook her head, and looked at her feet.

Dean's body felt numb, and his ears started buzzing. He let go off Lisa and collapsed on the couch again. The house was dark even with the lights now on, and the air was cold and thick. His whole happy family life was a lie. He still couldn't understand why she had done this, but he really didn't want to ask anymore. He didn't want to know who the asshole who had everything he didn't was, because what was the point? It wasn't all the man's fault. He felt tired, and tense. The air was already hard to breathe and his chest ached with every bump of his heart, he didn't want any reason to have a heart attack. Tears started pouring out of his eyes, and his ears still buzzing. His Ben wasn't really his. He needed warmth. He needed sweet words after such a bitter conversation.

His ears buzzed louder.

But it wasn't a buzz. No, it was more like a chirping sound, and now that it was louder Dean realised it wasn't because of the blood pounding in his head. It didn't come from inside his body. It became louder every second, and it was drilling through Dean's ears, making the ache unbearable. He turned around, ignoring Lisa's quivering form in front of him.

"What the hell is that?" he said out loud, lifting the cushions of the couch to look for the source.

"Wh-what?" sobbed Lisa, looking at him with eyes red and puffy.

"Shut up! Don't you speak to me!" Dean couldn't help it coming out as a bark.

He kept looking wherever he could, with his world spinning around. He blinked a couple of times, focusing on the sound, leaning against the nearest wall to stop himself from falling.

Where the fuck was this damn insect?

He opened his eyes, the world had stopped swirling. The pain in his head was dying out and his heart rate slowed abruptly. An insect. Its sound was unlike any Dean had heard. Dean seemed to be the only one who could hear it, judging by the fearful look Lisa was giving him. Her pretty brown orbs looked dry and empty all of a sudden, and Dean had to blink for them to look watery and alight again. He thought that the events of the day were making him see things, listen to things that weren't there, but the chirping wouldn't stop. He put his fingers in his ears to shut it out, but the sound thundered inside his skull. The sound was for him to listen, it was being made for him and only for him.

It dawned on Dean then. He had listened to the tales, with Sam clinging full of fear to Dean as if he would disappear if he let go, Ellen and Pam taking turns to tell them about the sound of the insect made to free Wincheters from pain. The one that had warned their father about the death of...

He knew it. Cold sweat running down his spine, making his nerves extra sensitive, the world going dark around him.

He knew what the sound meant.