I glanced up at Dean, his bright hazel eyes scanning my face, his lips pressed into a firm line, before returning my gaze downward. I knew the bags under his eyes were my fault. All of his stress as of right now is my fault.
His grip on my shoulders tightened. "Sabby, babe, I can't untie you until you tell me what the fuck is going on. I can't help you unless you give me something to work with."
I say nothing. I just stare down at my black Converse.
Blurryface laughs at me inside my head.
"Sabby."
"Tell him. Tell him about me." Blurry whispers, dark waves of Him pressing against my lungs.
"Dean," I say, "it's complicated-"
"No, really?" His voice is cold and sharp, and I cringe, my teeth clamping together. He brushes hair back from my face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Explain, please."
"Well," I whisper, "I have two faces. And I swear, Blurry is the one I'm not."
Deep inside, Blurry is no longer laughing. He is silent.
He is angry.
Dean cocks his head to the side as I look up at him. "Who is Blurry?" His tone has changed from angry to concerned, his eyes wider. His pink tongue darts out momentarily between his lips.
I swallow a lump in my throat. "The thing that takes me over."
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I Have Two Faces; Blurry is the One I'm Not
FanfictionSabby Garrison hides a deep, dark secret: her Blurryface. Something that has haunted her her entire life, Sabby has learned to control Blurryface and keep control of her own body - for the most part. That is, until Sam and Dean Winchester appear one...
