Dean gets really angry with Cas when he finds out that I took so long, but got so little. Also, the fact that I talked to strangers wasn't something he was particularly happy about, either. He is really angry at Cas, which really makes me feel bad. What'e even more heartbreaking is that Cas just sits here, not sure what to do.
Eventually, I can't take it anymore. I really should have stood up for Cas from the beginning, but I was scared. I'm eleven-can you imagine just sitting there while Dean gets upset feeling like it's your fault? It would scare you, to say the least. "Dean, it wasn't Cas's fault," I say.
Dean is completely unfazed by what I said. In fact, it seems as though he was expecting it. "Skylar, he was supposed to be making sure you didn't do anything stupid. That was his responsibility, not yours," Dean says firmly.
Honestly, that's so freaking ridiculous, I can't even believe he said that. "Dean, Cas isn't responsible for my actions. That's all me," I say.
I'm about to say more, but Cas stops me. "Skylar, please stay out of this," he says. What is up with these two being so ridiculous? It's as if stupidity is a sexually transmitted disease or something, and Cas contracted it when he had sex with Dean. (Yes, that totally happened. I'm convinced of it) The only sane person besides me seems to be Sam, assuming he doesn't prove me wrong.
"No!" I protest, and then I keep going. "Dean, if you were at the edge of a cliff and someone begged you not to jump off, but you still did, would it be that other person's fault? No, of course not! It would be your own decision. Other people aren't responsible for your actions. Only you are. Now, if Cas had forced me to talk to complete strangers and getting unnecessary things, then, yeah, that would be another story," I say, nearly running out of breath at the end. I'm just trying to convince Dean that it's not Cas's fault, because it's not. It's completely my fault. Nobody has control over another's actions-not completely. There's always the ability to rebel or go against. In order to follow someone's orders, you have to have some consent in the decision.
Dean just glares at me, not entirely sure what to say. I keep staring at him, just focusing on his glowing red soul. He's angry at me, and I know that he doesn't want to take it out on me, which I get. I really get that. I would be angry if a twelve year old (yes, I do mean twelve, not eleven, so don't try to correct me. Have you ever considered the possibility that I had a birthday? If I had a birthday early on in the bunker, would I have mentioned it to the boys? Most likely not. I didn't even mention it to you guys, because it was so unimportant to me at the time, with everything else going on) showed me up.
Then, something happens that I am not expecting at all. A certain moose of mine proves that he isn't stupid, after all. He starts clapping. Dean immediately looks over his shoulder and glares at his younger brother. "Dean, she does have a point. You, of all people, should know that others are not completely responsible for your actions. You always have some say in what happens," Sam says, shrugging.
Dean rolls his eyes, but I can see his soul changing color. "Okay, fine, it's not Cas's fault. You made your point," he says. I feel a quick surge of victory, until Dean turns the entire thing around on me. I suppose that it is a little bit expected, considering I just made a whole point about how it was my fault, and not the angel's. "Can I ask you one little question? Why in hell would you waste your opportunity to get clothes by talking to complete strangers?" he asks, angry.
I don't have to consider my answer for very long. I know what I'm going to say almost immediately after he starts talking. I cross my arms. "I haven't seen anyone besides you three in almost a month. If I want to talk to people who are relatively close to my age, I'll do just that. I can always order stuff online, if I need to. It's unlikely that I'll talk to a person my age in a long time," I say.
Dean isn't happy about what I'm saying, but I think that he is beginning to understand. "Dean, she does have a good point," Sam says.
For a while, I think he's just going to stay mad, and have some angry retort or something. I am proven wrong when I see him soften up. "Just don't make that mistake again, okay, kid?" Dean tells me.
He wants me to tell him that I won't, but I don't tell him that. "I probably will make that same decision again, because it wasn't a mistake. You can't tell me that talking to two lovely people was a mistake," I say, and I'm firm with what I'm saying. I'm not going to back down to Dean Winchester just because he's a crazy ass murderer (I know, he's also a hero, but looking from a monster's point of view, he's a serial killer) I don't care how much Dean may scare the shit out of me, I'm not backing down-especially when I'm right.
Dean shifts his position and stares at me directly in the eye, trying to intimidate me or something. I don't flinch under the stare at all. Instead, I stare right back at him, with complete determination. "You know, you've got a lot of nerve, Skylar," Dean says, just enough anger in his voice.
"Looks like I'll fit in well around here," I say, without taking my eyes off of his for one second. I don't even blink once.
I head to my room for a few minutes, just to put my stuff away and hang up my posters. I think, though, that I did good out there with the whole Dean situation. I'm actually rather proud of myself. When I come back out, I hear Sam talking to Dean, so I hide behind a wall and listen in, because I'm just that awesome.
"You know, Dean, she had some really good points," Sam says.
"I know, she did. But that doesn't mean that it wasn't a stupid thing to do. Getting at all attached to people puts them in danger. Skylar just put those two girls in danger, especially when she told them that we're real. Now those two fourteen year old girls are in danger," Dean says. I never thought of it that way, and I immediately feel a lot of regret. Did I really just put those two girls in danger?
"Dean, you're overreacting. Just because Skylar talked to them does not mean that they are in danger. Plenty of people know that we're real. That doesn't mean they are automatically dead," Sam says. I suppose that Dean is overreacting a bit, but that only makes me feel a little bit better.
"I'm just saying, man. Most of the people we meet end up dead at one point or another," Dean says.
"I think that if you explain that to her, she might listen to your suggestion," Sam says, although he didn't sound so sure.
Before Dean can respond, I come out and say, "I'm sorry I made that mistake. I didn't realize I was putting that girl in danger."
Dean and Sam turn around and look at me, surprised. "You didn't just put that girl in danger, though, Skylar. Demons are everywhere, even in California, and admitting where you are was not a smart move," Dean says.
"I'm sorry. Everybody makes mistakes, though," I say, feeling just a little bit past depressed. Then, I added, "It sucks that I can't talk to someone without putting them and myself in danger."
Dean nods. "I know, kid. I'm sorry. I wish that things were different. You deserve better."
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