Letting Him In

Chapter-38

"You come around and the armor falls
Pierce the room like a cannonball
Now all we know is don't let go
We are alone, just you and me
Up in your room and our slates are clean
Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes"

-State of Grace (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift
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Dean

Dean ran a hand through his hair, wincing as his bandaged knuckles burned. He'd forgotten about that. He let out a sigh, pulling his jacket closer, the night air biting into his skin.

Chris turned to face him as they waited in line for– he wasn't sure what they were even in line for.

"Would now be a good time to cut into your moping session and tell you that," he said, fishing something out of his pocket, "I have this?"

Dean looked at him confused, until he registered the object in his hand.

Brian's phone.

His eyes widened the slightest bit. "What-- how the heck?" he stuttered, raising his eyebrows.

Christian grinned. "Snatched it out of that motherfucker's hand, remember? No one told me to give it back, so I didn't bother."

Dean chuckled incredulously. "Only you, I swear," he said, shaking his head.

But he could feel a bit of excitement flaring through the pit of dread in his stomach. Because maybe this could help them somehow.

Chris grinned, waving the phone. "Well... now if we can figure out the password, we may be able to find some dirt on him. Something worth countering what they're threatening us with," he said. After a moment, he added, "On second thought, we should also probably delete your and lover boy's pictures, though I'm sure that creep has a copy."

"Give that here," Dean rolled his eyes, grabbing the phone despite Christian's indignant huff.

"Well we need to think of what could be his password. Something dumb, since he has the mental capacity of a donkey. Which is offensive to the donkeys, now that I think about-"

Dean cut him off by shoving the now unlocked phone in front of his face.

Chris stared at him dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing. Dean chuckled, feeling smug.

"He told me his password when we were together. Apparently he didn't change it," he explained, shuddering at the memory of ever being with Brian. If only he could bleach away those memories.

He hated to think he had ever felt anything but disgust toward him.

Chris opened his mouth to make what Dean assumed was a sarcastic comment, but snapped it shut as he looked at something behind Dean.

"Um, as much as I would love to dig through his phone with you right now, lover boy is here. And he's heading towards us," he said after a moment.

Dean could feel his heart racing. Because for one, he remembered his last conversation with Elijah. That hadn't ended so well. And for another, Elijah was supposed to be resting.

"Stop looking like you've just seen a ghost and go face him. You need to tell him about tonight, even if you don't necessarily want to," Chris said, oblivious to the argument Dean had had with Elijah.

But he just sighed, knowing his brother was right. Elijah deserved to know, because if the Wests decided to go through with their threats, he wasn't just going to throw Elijah into that mess with no warning.

He turned around, and sure enough, he could make out the blond standing a few feet away, a conflicted look on his face. Their eyes met, and he could see Elijah swallow, stopping in his tracks as if not sure if he should keep coming.