The Shape-Shifting Winchester

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Castiel went back to Trinity and found her taking a nap. Usually he would've waited for her to wake up, but he needed to talk to her.

"Trinity," he whispered, lightly shaking her. She jolted.

"Cas. You okay?" She sat up with a confused look on her face. "What happened?"

"Sam and Dean know. They found out that you're alive."

She froze. Her heart started to ache. For months she'd been trying to ignore that she was hurting them, trying to ignore how badly she was hurting them, but it hadn't really worked. And now that they were being directly brought up, she almost started crying.

She knew what it felt like to lose a sibling, she'd lost both of hers more than once. It was entirely unfair to let them think she was dead, she knew that, but she couldn't afford to be close to them. Not now. They saved her once, and now it was her turn.

"What did you say?" she asked, trying to remain stoic as she stood and walked to the faucet to get a drink.

"Nothing. They will call me in a few hours, to give me a message for you."

She took a deep breath, still facing away. "Can't they just accept that I'm gone and move on? Why do they have to be so stubborn?" She tried to make her voice sound hard, but it failed, and she just sounded broken. Near the end she started to whisper so that her voice wouldn't break. Before any tears could escape, she excused herself from Cas and walked out of the room.

Her hands shook as she threw the lock on her bedroom door and collapsed to her bed. Slowly she felt her mind turn to mush, then all at once she started to cry. How could she hurt them so bad? How could she leave them like that, let them think she committed suicide? She owed them an explanation, she knew, but she would let them find her.

Cas gazed sadly down the hall where Trinity had vanished, hearing her sobs emanate through the walls. Sighing, he shook his head and sat down to wait.

Dean and Sam decided that they wanted to say more to Trinity than Cas could probably remember, so they wrote it down. When Cas returned an hour later, they just handed him a slip of paper and he left again, like an angelic postman.

Trinity looked up when Cas opened her door. "This is from your brothers," he said, putting the note down on her desk by the door before leaving.

Slowly she got up and took it in her hands like fine china, fearing what they would say.

Trin,
We have no idea what possessed you to fake your own death in front of us, and it really doesn't matter right now. We need you here, with us. At least come by, so we know you're okay. We deserve at least that from you.

She could hear her brothers saying it to her, and it nearly killed her. Seeing the smudged ink and feeling the rough spots on the paper, she barely held back another sob. Obviously it had been Sam writing, she could tell from the nearly indecipherable handwriting, and he had been crying. Besides that, the tone of the words was that they were giving up. The Winchesters were giving up.

What had she done?

But she couldn't go back. Not with what she was facing. She was staring down the devil, and she was about to lose.