You Can't Handle the Truth Part 1

Sam was in line at the hot dog stand. Dean and Angela were walking away, talking to Bobby on the phone.

"It's not Sam, Bobby," Angela said. "He physically kept me from helping Dean. And he just watched it happen!"

"We tested him." Bobby sighed. "Salt, silver—everything."

"He threw me to that vamp," Dean replied. "We're telling you, that's not Sam."

"Well, then he's something we ain't ever seen before." Bobby sighed.

"Yeah, or it's freakin' Lucifer," Dean grumbled.

"Did either of you call Cas?" Bobby asked.

"Of course we called Cas," Angela replied. "He's not answering."

"Screw him," Dean added. "We can't wait anymore."

"Look, I get it," Bobby replied. "You're rattled. You're right to be. But let's be professional—

"Professional?" Dean raised a brow. "He watched me get turned! He kept Angie from helping me!"

"Maybe…he was just trying to protect Angie?" Bobby suggested.

"No," Angela replied. "There was something evil in his eyes. Something that scared me." She added. "And this isn't the first time, Bobby. He's been different from the jump."

Bobby sighed. "Alright." He conceded. "I'm with you."

"Are you?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Bobby assured. "I'll hit the books, hard. Just…don't shoot him yes, alright? Watch him. We need facts. 'Cause if it ain't Sam…we don't know what it is. And if we're gonna put him down, we need to know how."

"I don't even want to ride in the same car with him," Dean replied. "Much less work a damn case."

"Get in the car," Bobby replied. "He's your case." He added before hanging up.

Sam walked up to Dean and Angela with a newspaper and lunch in hand.

"Hey." Dean greeted. "I was just, uh, I was leaving Lisa a message."

"Still hasn't called you back, huh?" Sam asked.

"No." Dean shook his head.

Sam handed Dean and Angela two foil-wrapped hot dogs. "Sucks."

"Yeah," Dean replied shortly.

Both Dean and Angela looked slightly uncomfortable. Sam looked at them intensely.

"You guys okay?" Sam raised a brow.

"Yeah." Angela shrugged. "We're fine. How are you?"

"Me?" Sam raised a brow. "Great. Here, look. Check this out. Think it might be something." He handed Angela a newspaper featuring the story about Jane Peterson. "Four people, out of nowhere, all in the last couple of weeks. What do you say?"

"Yeah." Angela nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

"Let's go," Sam said.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, and Angela were posing as FBI agents. Dean and Angela explored the house while Sam questioned Olivia.

"I don't understand," Olivia said. "Why would federal investigators be interested in a suicide?"

"Well, um…" Sam trailed off. "It's a new, more caring administration." He smiled.

"Well, I already told the cops." Olivia sighed. "Jane was having a really bad day, so I-I did what any sister would do." She said, playing with her hair. Dean and Angela dropped in. "I…tried to cheer her up, you know? Told her to hang in there."

Sam tilted his head slightly. "You know what a tell is?"

Olivia frowned. "Excuse me?"

"It's a poker term…for when you're bluffing." Sam explained. "Like what you just did with your hair."

"What are you trying to say?" Olivia asked, slightly offended.

"You're lying," Sam replied.

Dean and Angela were surprised at the force of Sam's inquiry.

"What?!" Olivia replied, shocked.

"Tell us what you did to your sister," Sam demanded.

"Sam, what the hell?!" Angela snapped, shocked at him.

Olivia looked at Dean and Angela for reassurance. After a few moments, Olivia broke down as Sam looked vindicated. "Okay. You're right. I was lying." She admitted. "I wanted to tell her, 'I love you. I'm here for you'. Oh, but what came out was… 'You're a burden. Just kill yourself'." She sobbed. "Who says that?! I-I-I just couldn't stop!"

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, and Angela were walking back to the car.

"See anything in the house?" Sam asked.

"No hex bags, no sulfur, no EMF." Angela sighed. "You?"

"A tuba and an issue of Crochet Today," Sam replied. "So, what, already kinda suicidal?"

"Right, and then big sis's Taxicab Confession sends her over the edge." Dean nodded. "Question is, what made big sis open her big, fat mouth in the first place?"

"Yeah, that is the question," Sam muttered.

Sam, Dean, and Angela got into the Impala.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were on the phone with Bobby.

"Hey." Dean greeted. "You got anything?"

"I've been up all night lookin'," Bobby replied over the phone. "Nothing fits."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Awesome."

"You got anything else to go on?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, my skin crawls being in the same room with him," Angela replied. "Why don't you look that up?"

"I'm working on it," Bobby assured.

"I don't know how much longer we can do this, Bobby." Angela sighed. "You got to figure out the hell he is and fast."

"I'm trying," Bobby replied. "But, there's a worst-case scenario."

"What, Satan's our co-pilot?" Dean scoffed. "Yeah, I know."

"Well, that'd be the other worst case," Bobby replied.

"Well, then what?" Angela asked.

"Maybe it's just Sam." Bobby sighed.

Dean shook his head. "We gotta go."

"Dean. Angie." Bobby said.

"You got a day, Bobby, and then we're handling this," Dean said before hanging up. Dean took a sip from his beer bottle.

Sam, dressed as an FBI agent, walked into the room. "There was another one."

"Yeah? What?" Angela asked.

"Dentist drilled a guy to death," Sam replied.

"You mean the…non-sexy kind of drilling, right?" Dean raised a brow.

"50 bucks says he mixed up in all the crazy," Sam said eagerly.

"You think?" Angela asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Let's go talk to him."

"Okay." Dean nodded, casting a quick glance at Angela. "Uh…why don't you go ahead? We'll catch up. We're gonna do a little research."

Sam frowned, confused. "You sure?"

Angela nodded. "Yeah. We got to know what we're up against, right?"

"Yeah," Sam replied. "Yeah, good idea." He added before exiting.

~/~\~

Sam had been questioning the dental hygienist.

"Thanks a lot," Sam said before walking away. He called Angela.

"Anything from Marathon Man?" Angela asked over the phone. "And I'm putting you on speaker."

"Not exactly," Sam replied. "He hung himself in his cell before I could get to him."

"Yikes," Angela muttered.

"But he was definitely involved," Sam said. "Just got the scoop from his assistant."

"Yeah?" Angel asked.

"Yeah. Let's say the stuff that his patient was confessing to—I'd have murdered him, too." Sam replied.

"So, root canal and Russian roulette—both of 'em, it's like they were cursed, right?" Dean suggested. "I mean, people are just compelled to puke the truth all over 'em?"

"Oh, getting hit with the ugly truth, you go postal?" Sam raised a brow. "I'd call that a curse. Do me a favor—I'm going to the morgue to check out the body. Why don't you two take the dentist's office, see what you see?"

"Yeah. No problem." Dean replied.

Angela hung up her phone and Dean closed his laptop, which was opened to an article titled 'Doppelganger'.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela snuck under the police tape, past the bloodied dental chair, and into Paul's office. There was a saxophone on the credenza. Angela picked up a pack of reeds from Paul's desk and a receipt from Harry's House of Horns.

"Dean." She said, showing him the card.

Dean's brows furrowed slightly. "Hold on…that was the name of the shop on Jane's calendar."

~/~\~

Harry was holding up photos of Paul and Jane that Angela supplied.

"Jane and Dr. Conley." Harry shook his head. "I heard. Awful. What do I have to do with it?"

"Honestly?" Dean replied. "You're the only thing they have in common. Did they say anything to you before they, uh…?"

"Sorry." Harry sighed. "Not really."

"Right." Angela sighed. "Thanks anyway."

"Hey, by the way, how 'bout my horn?" Harry asked.

"Sorry?" Angela frowned.

"Stolen horn?" Harry replied.

Dean and Angela shared a look. "Right." Dean nodded. "We're—we're working on it."

Dean and Angela turned to leave.

"Well, I hope so," Harry said. "Thing's one-in-a-billion."

Angela and Dean turned back. "What makes it one-in-a-billion again?" Angela raised a brow.

"It's a museum piece," Harry explained. "And near as anyone can tell, about a thousand years old." He added, pulling out a photo.

"Where's it from?" Angela asked.

"No one knows." Harry shrugged.

"When did it get swiped?" Dean asked.

"About…two weeks ago—Same day Jane died." Harry frowned.

~/~\~

Dean had an entry about Gabriel's Horn of truth up on his laptop. Dean drained a glass of whiskey.

"Castiel?" he prayed. "Hello? Possible loose nuke down here, angelic weapon. Kinda your department. You hear that, Cas?"

Castiel appeared. "Hello, Dean. Angie."

"Are you kidding me?" Dean snapped. "We have been on red alert about Sam, and you come for some stupid horn?!"

"You asked me to be here, and I came," Castiel replied.

"Cas…we…we've been asking you to be here for days," Angela said.

Castiel sighed deeply. "I didn't come about Sam because I have nothing to offer about Sam."

Dean scoffed. "Well, that's great, because, for all we know, he's just gift wrap for Lucifer."

"No, he's…he's, not Lucifer," Castiel replied, grabbing the bottle of whiskey.

"And how do you know that?" Angela asked, her brows furrowing.

Castiel refilled Dean's glass and filled a glass for Angela. "If Lucifer escaped the cage, we'd feel it."

Angela swallowed thickly. "What's wrong with him, Cas?"

"I don't know, Angela." Castiel shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"What happened to you, Cas?" Dean asked. "You used to be human, or at least like one."

"I'm at war," Castiel replied. "Certain…regrettable things are now required of me."

"And Gabriel's Horn of Truth?" Dean asked. "That's a real thing?"

"You've seen it?" Castiel asked.

"We think it's in town," Dean replied. "Something's forcing people…"

Suddenly Castiel disappeared.

"Oh, well, you're welcome!" Dean shouted at the air. He took a swig from his glass.

Castiel reappeared behind Dean and Angela. "It isn't the Horn of Truth."

"What are you talking about?" Angela asked. "You were gone for like two seconds. Where did you look?"

"Everywhere," Castiel replied obviously.

"Right." Dean nodded. "Well, nice seeing you, anyway."

"Dean. Angela." Castiel said.

"What?" Dean asked harshly.

"About Sam." He sighed. "I…I don't know what's wrong with him, but I do want to help. I'll make inquiries." He added before disappearing.

"Yeah." Dean sighed. "Thanks."

Dean and Angela each took a sip from their drinks.

~/~\~

Paul's body was being pulled out.

"Now, I'd actually like to see all the suicides that came in this week, not just Dr. Giggles," Sam said. "Is that gonna be a problem?"

"Well, they're—they're already gone." The coroner stammered.

"As in transferred?" Sam raised a brow.

"Yeah, not exactly." The coroner swallowed thickly.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Would you like to tell me what's going on here, or should I have a little chat with your supervisor?"

"They're gone." The coroner replied, confidentially.

"As in…gone, gone?" Sam asked.

The coroner just nodded.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were sitting at the bar, drinking shots.

"Another one?" the bartender looked at them.

"Uh, no, thanks," Dean replied. "We're working."

The bartender looked at Dean and Angela askance. Dean's phone rang.

"Hey, what's up?" Dean asked.

"All the bodies are gone," Sam replied over the phone.

Dean looked at Angela confused. "What do you mean, they just vanished?"

"That's what the coroner said," Sam replied. "But I got a lead. One of the missing bodies, she died a whole week before everybody else."

"Suicide?" Dean asked.

"Reported as a car accident, but no reason it couldn't have been," Sam replied.

"So then that would make her our patient zero, right?"

"I'm thinking maybe," Sam replied. "Whatever got this whole curse thing rolling started with her. I'm at her place now, corner of Burnham and 159th."

"Yeah, give us 10," Dean replied before hanging up. He looked at the bartender. "You know what? I will have that other one."

"Make that two," Angela replied.

"Thought you two were working." The bartender replied.

Dean rubbed his eyes and sighed. "We are working up to it."

"You okay?" she asked.

"No, not really," Dean admitted.

The bartender poured two more shots. "On me. Anything else I can get you two?"

"I'd just like the freakin' truth," Dean said, draining the shot. "But I'll settle for another one."

Sometimes I think I can't get pregnant 'cause God knows my marriage is a sham." The bartender said suddenly. "Why'd I say that? I mean, I've been snorting oxy all day. Why'd I say that?"

Angela drained her shot and turned to look at Dean. "I don't think Sam loves me anymore. And I'm breaking inside, Dean. I have no idea how to handle this, I mean, I'm trying to act fine, I feel broken, Dean. I've lost my other half." she explained. She frowned at the sudden outburst. "What the hell?"

Dean looked at the bartender and Angela. "I'm pretty sure I know what's going on."

A/N: Hey guys! So we got a glimpse of what truths Angela will reveal and we have a few more to come in the next chapter, so stay tuned! Don't forget to leave a review and vote in the poll that's on my profile! Love you guys.

~Emily