Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

So Much Hate...

I walked over to Dean, who was sitting on a couch and I paced a little. “Turns out Brittney has history with the bastard too. Is there any part of our lives that is ours? That’s real? Cause all I’m seeing are lies people told us to just get close and lead us to our destiny. Is there even the tiniest aspect in our lives that’s our doing?” I ranted.

I didn’t care if he didn’t say anything…or know what to say, but he still just listened. Then, I swung my leg up and around so I kicked the lamp off the small table and it flew into the wall and crashed to the floor. I calmed down a little. “Where’s Sam?”

“He’s cooling off” he sighed as Crowley and Brittney came over to us.

Crowley saw the broken lamp. “That was an antique” he said.

“Sorry” I muttered.

“Well, how’d it go? Did he buy the girl scout cookies?” Dean asked.

“Not yet. I’ll be back” He went to walk off. “You going somewhere?” Brit asked.

“Well, he wont budge. So now I go stick my neck out”

“What are you gonna do?” I asked.

“Exactly the kind of desperate swashbuckel I’ve been trying to avoid. Now I go kick open a hive of demons…this whole bloody ring business better work” he said and then vanished.

Dean stood to his feet and headed off into the bathroom to wash his face. I rubbed my face as I sighed but then I jumped slightly at the sound of the door slamming shut. I turned to see Sam locking Dean in the bathroom and he put a chair in front of it.

“Come on, Sam! Hey! Open the door! Melissa? Brittney? A little help please? Melissa!”

We all ignored him as Sam came over to me and towered over me again. I just stared up at him as I crossed my arms and stood my ground. “I don’t want to have to tie you to a chair, Mel. Cause I will” he threatened.

“Sam, cool your jets, first of all. Secondly, we wouldn’t have brought Brady here if we didn’t think you couldn’t focus on the task at hand…but if you cant control your temper right now, then here…no one is stopping you” I said, handing him the demon knife.

He eyed me at first as he took the knife from me but anger took over his face as he went to walk off but Brit grabbed his arm to stop him. “Sammy, just think about it before you do anything stupid…we [i]do[/i] need him…” Brit whispered to him.

His eyes met hers as I saw the gentle gaze he was giving her and then he nodded and walked into the room, to Brady.

“You really think this is a good idea?” she asked me.

“I think it’s what Sam needs…don’t you think he’ll do the right thing?”

“I don’t even know what the right thing is anymore, let alone what [i]Sam[/i] thinks the right thing is”

“Wow, Brit, where’s all that faith and trust you’ve been shoving down my throat?” I quipped slightly.

She turned to give me a playful glare. “I just…that guy introduced Sam to Jessica, a girl he was so ready to marry…all he did to me was make me go back to Lawrence…”

“And probably stalked you when he wasn’t stalking Sam”

“Well, I’m just saying...I'd kill the son of a bitch if I had the chance”

“Well, I guess we’re lucky Sam isn’t you, then” I said as I hooked an arm around hers and we walked toward the other room.

We both leaned on both sides of the doorway. “Remember when I came back from spring break all messed up? The drugs, the bitches…that was new Brady. That was me…remember how much time you spent trying to get me back on the right track? You really were a good friend…”