“And where exactly is Claire right now?”
“Gone, on a bus on her way to D.C. She snuck out while I was talking, near the later half.”
“Ah.”
Silence fell between you and Dean though you held each others’ eyes, a small and seemingly stupid thing that you came to appreciate. It was a rarity to you, now.
“Was there any point that you were going to tell me any of this?”
Your eyes dropped down to the table as he asked that, and you remained silent while you considered being honest or lying; either way, you knew there was no way to answer his question without sparking another argument, without breaking his heart again. Not that there were many pieces left big enough to break. Before you could finally answer, however, Dean spoke up again.
“Since I know you’re deciding whether to be honest,” He leaned forward, his elbow propped up on the table as he pointed at you, eyes narrowed, “I’ll tell you right now that if at any point you decide not to tell the truth, I’m out.” You looked up at him just as he set his arm back down on the table. “And I’ll know.”
Clearing your throat you nodded, acknowledging that you understood, before rubbing your eye with your fingertips, an attempt to get rid of any of the bugs that were leftovers from your tears. “I wasn’t planning on telling you.”
“Right.” Dean nodded slowly, then shook his head. “Right, of course you weren’t.”
“Well I just figured it was behind us, so—“
“Yes, Y/N,” Dean snapped at you, more force behind his words than you had been anticipating. “It’s behind us now, but what about when we first had this conversation?” You were silent, so he went on. “You remember the first time Cas told me who you are?” He paused. “What you are? Do you remember that conversation?”
You nodded, your hands now extended in front of you while you played with the sleeves of your flannel, but never stopped to look at Dean.
“Then I’m assuming you remember me telling you to be honest then, to tell me everything you knew, or is that too big a leap to take?”
“But I didn’t know everything, then.”
“Well mentioning that I was supposed to be the one to kill you was a good place to start.”
“Because that just flows off the tongue.”
Dean looked at you, his eyes wide with disbelief; after only a few seconds of simply staring at you he shook his head, bringing a hand to his forehead before looking back up at you. “You know, I brushed off you not telling me the first time. I understood, I really did. Hell, I doubt I would have believed you if it wasn’t a friggin’ angel of the Lord that told me.” Dean put his hand back on the table and leaned back in his chair. “But I’m sorry for thinking you were capable of being honest about something, really. That’s my bad.”
“I already told you,” your voice was defensive as you spoke and there was a type of pleading quality to it, one that you generally avoided using at all costs. Not bothering trying to hold the begging sound back, you continued. “I told you everything I knew at the time.”
“So you’re saying that you didn’t know Lilith was your mom?” Dean’s eyes were narrowed as he asked this and he nodded softly with each of the syllables to further enunciate his disbelief. “If that’s the case, you’re not helping yourself because that means what you just told me is a lie.”
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Hell's Greatest Weapon
FanficAfter centuries of incessant war, Reader finally managed to settle down into a normal human life; she attended medical school, bought a house, made friends that didn't make a habit of killing everything that moved. She was out of the life, out of H...
