Was It All a Lie?

Chapter 2

We finally got to the airport, luggage in hand, and took our seats at the gate. Dean and I were situated between an old man with the latest copy of the New York Times in his hands, and a lady whose obnoxious 2 year old wouldn't shut up. I was extremely nervous. I didn't know how Sam would react when he saw me. Did he hate me now? Did he ever love me? The thoughts kept racing in my head. Dean must have noticed my nervousness because he placed a hand on my shoulder.

As he moved his hand, I slowly turned my head to look into his eyes. His eyes held gentle conviction as he softly reassured me. "It'll be ok. I promise. We'll get him back." I could only nod, unsure of whether or not I truly believed his words.

We took our seats on the plane. Before the plane even took off, he was asleep. I wasn't afraid of flying, but the way airplanes felt freaked me out a little. It just added to the nervousness I already had. I couldn't shake the nerves, and I started being unsure of how I should feel. Should I even be wondering if he hates me? Shouldn't I just trust him? Shouldn't I believe that he always told me he'd never leave me and would always love me? But he's found someone else now, what does that mean? How could he do this to me? I loved him. I had what felt like a thousand thoughts running through my head. I wasn't sure what would happen. I fell asleep to avoid thinking about it as much as I could.

~Dean's POV~

I woke up partway through the flight. I hated planes and heights. I started humming some Metallica to calm myself down. Miranda was asleep, but she looked so afraid, so hurt. I began to think to myself about how bad she must feel. She's been hurt so many times by people she loved, and now Sam was with someone else. I lightly rubbed her shoulder. I was hoping she wouldn't think it was creepy. I wasn't trying to make a move on her while she was asleep, but I just wanted to get her to calm down. I hated that this happened to her. It was my fault too.

~flashback~

We walked into the hunt expecting one demon, but there were at least 10. Sam let me kick the mark into gear this one time to help, but even then, all it took was one throw and I was flying across the room. I was doing ok at first, no broken bones, no major bruises, but the longer we fought, the more hurt I became. I was fighting a few while Sam fought some others. The next thing I knew, I saw them start taking him away. He thrashed and kicked, but they were too strong for him. "Dean!" He shouted in fear. I knew I would have been killed if I had tried to save him, so I decided to wait and keep fighting. I fought harder than ever, and killed them, but it was too late to save Sam. He was gone. I should have tried to save him, but I didn't. This was just another way I hurt Miranda.

I went back to reality and saw that Miranda was awake.

She had noticed me looking off into the distance. "What were you thinking about?" She asked.

"What happened on the hunt. It was my fault he got taken." I said cautiously, unsure as to how she would react.

"What happened?" I was going to tell her, but didn't due to the inescapable feeling that I might puke at any minute.

"Um, I'll tell you when we get to the hotel ok? Just not here." She gave me a questioning look, wondering why I wouldn't just tell her, but dismissed it and let it be.

"You ok Dean? You seem really nervous." She asked, concerned.

"I hate planes. I'm like deathly afraid of them."

"Oh, they're not that bad. It's really rare that they crash" she paused. "I appreciate you coming with me even though you're afraid of flying." She commented.

"Of course. I'm gonna help you get him back." She nodded, but I could see the fear and confused look in her eyes. We landed about 5 minutes later. We got our checked bags from baggage claim, and headed to a taxi. We arrived at our hotel room after about a 45 minute ride through the crowded city.

We walked in our room. It was small, but plenty of room. The longest wall was a deep shade of maroon and the other walls were a dark shade of beige. It had two queen beds with off white colored sheets, and light brown comforters on top. It was somewhat dingy, but that was normal. I sat down heavily on the bed, noticing that the bed was not as comfortable as I had hoped. It would make due though. Miranda and I discussed and decided to wait until the next day to go find Sam since it was getting late and we wanted to relax since it had been a long day of flying.

"Dean," she spoke suddenly. There was a weird tone in her voice that conveyed that she didn't want to make me mad by bringing it up. "what were you saying about its your fault Sam's gone? When it happened, you told me there was nothing you could do and that they just took him." I could visibly tell she was scared of my answer.

"We were hunting some demons. I was fighting a few and Sam was fighting some as well. Suddenly, they started taking Sam away. He shouted for me to help him. I was going to, but... I was still fighting mine and I had a feeling that if I went to try to help Sam, then they would kill me. I wanted to help him, but I couldn't. It's my fault. I should have just gone after him anyways." I replied with extreme caution.

Her expression lightened significantly and there was a look on her face that I took to be one of pity. "It's ok Dean. That's not your fault he got taken. I'm glad you didn't go after him. I wouldn't have wanted you to die." I nodded, unsure of what to do.

~Miranda's POV~

It really wasn't Dean's fault. He did the right thing. We spent the rest of the evening hanging out and watching tv. The thoughts still flooded my brain as we say there. I was worried about the next day and how Sam would act around me. As we were getting in bed, I decided to ask Dean what he thought Sam would act like.

"Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"What if Sam doesn't love me anymore and that's why he moved on? I'm starting to feel like maybe he never loved me to begin with. He's basically cheating on me. I know we don't know the whole story yet, but..." I couldn't finish. The emotions were overwhelming and I couldn't bring myself to believe Sam would do that, but couldn't bring myself to believe he didn't either. Some tears had started to leak down my face. Dean got up and sat next to me on the bed.

"It's ok. I promise." He consoled. I couldn't even look at him. The tears were blurring my vision. He gently put his arm around my shoulders, causing me to look at him. "Sam always loved you. I know it's basically cheating, but like I said, we don't know what happened. I promise it will be ok. We will find him tomorrow, and we'll figure it out as we go. Just try to get some sleep." He said with a slight glint of unbelief written in his eyes.

"I will. And Dean," I started. He turned back towards me once he got up. "Thanks. You've been here for me since he was taken, and I appreciate it a lot. Don't ever think you're treating me like a kid either. I really appreciate you being here and everything." He had no idea how much him being there for me through thick and thin really meant to me.

"You don't have to thank me. I'm always here for you." I smiled and went to sleep.