Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

Screw You

Dean and I got back to the motel and saw some letters went out on the sign. It wasn't the Toreador Motel anymore...it was the Red Motel...just like Chuck saw it. "Great" I grunted as we got out of the Impala and rushed to the room. "Lets, go. We're leaving" I said.

"What? Where?" Brit asked as Dean and I were tossing things back and forth to each other to get packed quickly.

"Anywhere, okay? Out of this motel, out of this town. I don't care if we got to swim, we are getting out" Dean said. "Guys, where are the hex bags?" I asked Sam and Brit.

"We burned them" Sam said. "You what?" Dean asked and my eyes widened as my face became hard. "Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big 'if'..." Brit started.

"No, Brit. It's more than an 'if'"

"Chuck is not a psychic. He's a prophet" Dean added.

"What?"

"Cas showed up, and apparently Chuck is writing the gospel of us"

"Okay" Sam said like it was no big deal. "Okay. Let's get the hell out of here" I said. "No" they both said.

"No? What do you mean no?" I hissed, narrowing my eyes. "Lilith is gonna slaughter you...then she's going to slaughter Brittney and then Melissa..." Dean said.

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't" Sam shrugged.

"So what? You think you can take her?"

"Maybe not alone. Brit will be nearby the whole time and maybe even Melissa if she agrees...but only one way to find out, Dean, and I say bring her on"

"Sam..."

"You think I'll do it, don't you? You think I'll go dark side"

"I do! I think you'll go dark side Sam and I think you'll bring Brittney with you. Especially with the way you two have been acting lately" I said, suddenly feeling myself get choked up and overwhelmed.

They both seemed taken back by my outburst as Dean stood at my side and I felt him agree with me. "And the things you two have been doing?" I added as they both seemed startled.

"Yea, we know. How you ripped Alastair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly" Dean said. "Cas told us" I admitted, wrapping my arms around my stomach.

"What else did he tell you?" Brit asked. "Nothing we don't already know. That you've been using your psychic crap, and you've been getting stronger" Dean said. "We just don't know why, and we don't know how" I added. "It's not what you think" Sam said.

"Then what is it, Sam? 'Cause Mel and I are at a total loss...are you two coming or not?"

"No" they both answered. I shook my head as Dean faced the door, ready to walk out but he threw his bag onto the chair before walking out. "Mel..." Brit and Sam both started. "Don't" I said, sternly and just walked out and over to Dean who was at the vending machine.

I started to pace as I put my hands on my hips and I threw my head back. "I'm going to feel stupid doing this...so will you do it with me?" he chimed and I looked at him.

I wasn't sure what he meant. "Your dad...he was religious...so if anything you have more experience with it" Now I understood.

"You don't need experience to pray, Dean" I smiled lightly.

"Well, will you still do it with me?"

"Yea...sure" I nodded. He stared at me, waiting for me to do something. I looked up to the sky and threw my arms out to the side. "Okay, look! I'm praying! It's been a long time since I prayed but I'm praying now!"