Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

I'm Fine...Really

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People say they're fine when they don't want to talk about something that's bothering them...or they have a secret. Sometimes secrets are hidden because it keeps those, who don't know the secret, safe. It keeps them safe from the truth...because sometimes the truth hurts...or sometimes the truth isn't necessary...or it will just cause more drama and tension. Secrets...big secrets...most likely have a reason why they're hidden from others...because that person who is keeping that big secret knows what secrets can do to people...it can either tear them apart...or bring them close together. Sometimes, secrets are hidden because it doesn't just keep the ones who don't know the secret, safe...it keeps yourself safe. Safe from getting hurt...because it might show that you're weak...or you're afraid of the truth. That is why people keep secrets...or at least, it's my theory why people keep secrets.

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We hit up the morgue to check out this dead girl's body that had scratch marks around her head and they found a press-on nail in her temporal lobe so apparently she did it to herself...she literally scratched her brains out. The guy in the morgue told us how it only takes the thought of an itch to make someone start scratching like crazy...which caused all four of us to start scratching...and that's when we decided it was a good time to leave. So, then, we checked out where the girl was when it happened and while Sam and Brit questioned the man and woman who paid this girl to watch their son, Dean and I talked to the boy. He told us he put itching powder in the girls hairbrush and at first we were thinking there was no way the itching powder could have been the reason for this girl scratching her brains out...but then we got another call. Some old guy in the hospital got electrocuted after just shaking his friends hand...his friend had a joy buzzer in the palm of his hand. So, we took the joy buzzer from him, careful not to buzz it, and we headed back to the motel room.

The whole time we met with the people associated with the two vics...I'll admit I was pretty distracted. I didn't know what it was but I just couldn't concentrate...and I was doing my best to keep on my pokerfaced and follow what was going on but something had my brain in a whole other world and I just couldn't control it. I think the others started to notice but they didn't call me out on it, thank God. My mind was going back to one of my dreams that I've had multiple times before. I had it once before the whole apocalypse thing started and I paid no mind to it...but it was coming back to haunt me.

Dean slipped on thick rubber gloves and a pair of gloves. I set down a large uncooked ham on the table in front of him and then I backed up a few feet to stand beside Sam and Brit as we all slipped on our goggles.

"You ready?" he asked all of us. Brit and I nodded. "Hit it, Mr. Wizard" Sam said.

Then, Dean held the joy buzzer over the ham and pressed it to the ham and we all watched as seam was rising from the ham and it was changing color...it was cooking. Dean lifted his hand and we all took off our goggles and zeroed in on the ham and just gawked down at it.

"That'll do, pig" Dean said. "What the hell? That crap isn't supposed to work" Sam said.

"This thing doesn't even have batteries"

"So...so, what? Are we looking at cursed objects?" Brit asked. "Sounds good" I said as I took out my knife and cut into the ham.

"Maybe there's a powerful witch in town" Dean suggested. I cut myself a piece of ham and handed him a piece as well.

"Is there any link between the, uh, the joy buzzer and the itching powder?" he asked with a full mouth of food. This ham was good...

"One was made in China, the other in Mexico, but they were both bought from the same store" Brit said. Dean acknowledged her and then took my knife and cut some more ham for the two of us.