•Unwritten•

Six

We had walked over to Andy's van, Dean said he was going to figure out more about the woman at the gas station so Sam and I decided to wait with Andy.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, Sam sat at the table with Andy opposite him and I decided to sit on his couch. I didn't want to talk to Sam, I was annoyed with him.

"So you get these premonitions of people about to die?" Andy finally spoke and Sam nodded, then he turned to look at me. "And you can see spirits?" I pressed my lips together and nodded. "That's impossible."

Sam chuckled. "A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do." I looked away from the pair of them, starng at the cartoon playing on Andy's TV. I wasn't really watching it but I didn't want to talk to them. It annoyed me that Sam was being so tolerable with Andy when just a few hours ago he was set thinking he was a killer. When I'd met Sam at the hospital I'd had a sense that I could trust him and I clung to that feeling until today when I learnt the real reason he wanted me to go hunting. I was embarrassed with myself for thinking that he genuinely wanted to help me, teach me when the truth was he just wanted to babysit me.

"But ... death visions, and spirits. That's pretty dark." I looked back over at them.

Sam nodded, and looked over at me. His face read an expression I couldn't recognise. Like a mixture of pity and annoyance. I sucked in my cheeks biting back the urge to get angry.

"Dude, that sucks. I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto." They continued their conversation and I began to feel warm, my cheeks flushed and I got a bit lightheaded. Standing up quickly, I made my way to the door of Andy's trailer ignoring Sam asking me where I was going. I opened the door and stepped out closing it behind me, as I turned to walk down the steps I bumped into Dean who had obviously just gotten back.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked and I rolled my eyes at him. He frowned and crooked his neck to watch me as I walked past him. "Look, having an attitude isn't going to change anything."

I folded my arms over my chest and gave him a sour look. "You guys lied to me." I said sadly. "You made it seem like you wanted to help me but the reality was you think I'm gonna turn bad and start killing people."

Dean's lips became a fine line and he walked back down the steps to be closer to me. "I'm sorry, I told Sam it was a bad idea." He sighed. "At first, yeah we thought that it could be a possibility after what happened with Max but then we spent time with you." He patted me on the shoulder. "For the record, I don't think you have a bad bone in your body." He smiled at me and I looked down at my feet sadly. "I don't care that you thought that, I probably would've thought the same in your position. What I'm annoyed about is the fact you weren't transparent about it."

Dean nodded and his look showed nothing but sincerity. "I know." He sighed. "No more lies." He smiled at me and then nodded to the door.

"I'll be in in a second."

He walked up the stairs and into the trailer again. I took a few deep breaths in and repeated his words over and over in my head. No more lies. After the first few times I began to feel guilty, hypocrisy spilling out of me. Who was I to get angry with them for lying when I've been keeping the secret about their dads deal with the demon. I shook my head feeling bad before walking back into the trailer myself. The group of men acknowledged me as I entered and then Dean began to speak.

"Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single."

Sam looked over to Andy. "Who is she?"

Andy shrugged. "Never heard of her."