Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

Taking Blame

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This case we were on right now…it was gross and depressing. It was Valentines Day and couples were all around walking, acting all lovey-dovey…and there was that one couple that ate each other alive. There was no EMF, no sulfur and we ruled out ghost and demonic possession. Now, we were just thinking about our next moves…well we were supposed to be thinking about our next moves. Really, we kind of segregated ourselves. Dean and Sam were on one side of the room, whispering and I was about to listen in but decided against it when they both kept checking to make sure I wasn’t listening. Even though Brit and I were on the same side, she wasn’t talking to me and I didn’t know why…I had a good idea though.

“Why don’t you go out with Sam and do something?” I suggested, trying to start some conversation.

She looked up at me from the bed. “Why? So you and Dean can have alone time? Great idea” she said and was about to walk over to the guys but I stopped her. “No” I said, sternly.

She sighed. “Then, go out and find some sap. Valentines Day is your day to just get down and dirty” she tried to joke. I cracked a smile at her lame attempt to try and lighten the mood but it didn’t work that well.

“Brit…what’s wrong?” I asked her in a hushed tone.

She just stared at me for a moment…then she pulled me into the bathroom and shut the door. “I want you to do a spell” she whispered with a soft expression but with hard eyes.

“What? What for?”

“I want to go back in time and make sure my parents never meet yours” she said, lowly, avoiding my eyes. I couldn’t breath.

“What?” I breathed out, smiling a little. “You’re joking right?” She didn’t respond. “If you do that, you and I will never meet…” I started. I watched her shift uncomfortably. “And that’s what you want” I assumed.

“Mel…if my parents never become friends with yours, then we wouldn’t be in this mess”

“No, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Do you know how selfish you’re being right now?” I narrowed my eyes at her like she was crazy.

Her eyes became hard on me again. “If it means that I’ll get my family back then I’ll be as selfish as I damn well want to!” she snapped.

“Wait…do you blame me for all of this?” I asked her, incredulous. Her face lightened but she didn’t say no either. “I don’t believe this” I shook my head.

“Mel, if you had the chance to go back and…”

“And what, Brit? Save my family? Because it’s my fault they died too, right?” I snapped.

“That’s not…”

“Brittney, even if it worked, do you really think you wouldn’t be in this same position? The demon would’ve found you either way and everything we’ve all been through, it still would’ve happened, who knows? Maybe you’d even be dead if you and I never met. God knows I saved your ass countless times…”

“I don’t think God has anything to do with anything right now” she snapped.

“Who cares?! Your family still would’ve been found, they still would’ve been killed, you still would’ve drank demon blood and be Sam’s bitch in this war” I spat.

We had a stare down. “And I’m sorry that you feel like it’s all my fault. I don’t know, it probably is, but I’m not going to do the spell for you because there are so many things that can go wrong and I wont risk it”