Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

The Prophet

The next day, we got to Chuck’s house and he seemed very nervous as he was pacing. He held up more pages. “So…you wrote another chapter?” Sam asked.

“This was all so much easier before you were real”

“We can take it. Just spit it out” I said.

“You two especially are not gonna like this…” he looked at Dean and I. “Neither are you, Brittney”

“Yea, well I didn’t like Hell” Dean quipped lightly.

“It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam”

“Coming to kill him?” Dean asked him. “Just him?” I added. “When?” Sam asked.

“Tonight"

“She's just gonna show up? Here?” Brit wondered.

Chuck put his glasses on to look down at the papers in his hands. “Lilith patted the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion” he read.

Sam started to laugh. “You're kidding me, right?”

“You think this is funny?” Dean questioned.

“You don't? I mean, come on. ‘Fiery demonic passion’?”

“It's just a first draft” Chuck defended himself lightly.

"Wait, but Lilith is a little girl” Brit reminded.

“No, uh, this time she's a…‘Comely dental hygienist from Bloomington, Indiana’”

“Great. Perfect. So what happens after the...‘Fiery demonic’ whatever?” I asked.

“I don't know, it hasn't come to me yet. I would think she would go after you and Brittney…she does want Brittney dead and your head on a stick”

“Yes, I remember” I said, annoyed. “Look, there's nothing to worry about. Lilith and me? In bed?” Sam said. “How does this whole psychic thing of yours work?” Dean asked, glaring at Sam.

“You mean my process?”

“Yes. He means your process” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so... I drink. Until I fall asleep. The first time it happened, I thought it was just a crazy dream”

“The first time you dreamt about us?” Brit asked.

“It flowed. It just kept flowing. Still does. I-I can't stop it, really”

“You can't seriously believe…” Sam started. “Humor me” Dean snapped.

“Look, why don’t we just…” I started and Chuck held out the manuscript to me. “Take a look and see what’s up” I finished and took it from him. I gave him a look.

“Knew you were gonna ask for that, yea” he said and it was like he couldn’t look me in the eye and when he tried to, he chickened out. I mean, I’m not that scary….

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We hit the road but turns out we couldn’t leave town because the only way out was to take a damn bridge that apparently was out of the question so we had to stay and it was getting dark and we were getting hungry so we got to a diner and sat down at a table. Sam scoffed, reading chuck’s writing.

“The minivan accident wasn't that bad, but Dean was still seeing stars. He scratched absently at the pink, flower band-aids on his face” he read.