Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

Separation Anxiety Part 3

"Why do you torture yourself?" Jason asked me while I was pretending to clean the counter.

He came over to me and leaned his elbows on it. "I don't know what you're talking about" I murmured.

"You've been staring at Keith and Lindsey every since they sat down. I think you know what I'm talking about"

"It's..."

"A long story. I know" he said in annoyance and laughed.

"I was going to say, it's complicated...but that too" I said and he chuckled.

"Well, I can take your mind off it. Tell me about yourself"

"You don't want to know me"

"Says who? I want to know what you do in your everyday life"

"I doubt it" I said, jokingly...but was completely serious. "Come on...what, are you in like witness protection or a spy in the Mafia or something?" he asked.

I cracked a smile and let out a little giggle. "I'm not in the Mafia and I'm not in witness protection..."

"Then what? I'm interested" he said, very charmingly.

I hesitated. "I used to...be in business with my best friend...she was more like my sister...the two of us were in business with Keith and his brother...honestly, we were pretty good at the job...but we made some mistakes and did some stuff we aren't proud of...a lot of people got hurt"

"So, what's your poison then?" he asked.

"Excuse me?"

"You were hooked on something" he assumed. "I know the look. I met Lindsey that way, we both went to meetings. We're both exactly three years sober"

"You guys work in a bar" I stated.

"Yea and so do you. Listen, Lacy, we don't know each other that well and God knows, I shouldn't be giving advice..." Yea, God knows a lot alright. "...but no one has ever done something so bad that they cant be forgiven and that they cant change"

I looked over my shoulder at Sam...he looked back at me. "And for what it's worth...I don't have a chance. Kieth is just as hooked on you as you are on him" he finished.

I just kept staring at Sam. I saw how he was trying to resist the urge to look back at me and keep his mind on Lindsey because it was the polite thing to do...but with every second, it seemed like it became harder and harder for him. I looked back at Jason as he smirked, very satisfied with himself. I wonder if he would say all of that stuff to me if he really knew what was going on....

Melissa's POV

We got back to St. Peter's hospital and walked into Donnie's room, being under the radar. I shut the blinds and locked the door as Cas had that ceramic jar thing and he was pouring an oil circle around Donnie's wheelchair. Cas said when the oil burns, no angel can touch or pass through the flames without dying and he started to chant something in Donnie's ear. He stepped back a good distance before throwing a match onto the oil and it burst into a ring of fire around Donnie. Nothing happened though. No angel showed up to take over its vessel...so it was time for plan B.

We got back to the abandoned house. "Well, that's a day I'll never get back" Dean commented and I sighed. "Melissa, Dean, wait..." Cas said and stopped us in our spots.

He was staring into the living room so we looked there as well and there was Donnie...except he wasn't Donnie anymore...he was Raphael. Blue lightning was flaring as it formed in the shape of wings attached to Donnie's back. The lights started to flicker but then the light bulbs shattered and I only heard the sound of the rain outside.