Old Friends

15- The Search For Truth

"We're talking about this." Sam stated almost harshly.

"Sam, you're not gonna listen to me anyways. What's the point?" I commented.

"I'm gonna listen. I just don't know what you could possibly say to make this ok." He replied.

"Ok. Before I found you at college, Jason and I were dating. I broke up with him because he tried to convince me to do things I didn't want to do like get drunk all the time, drugs, sex, you name it. He didn't want me to break up with him so he continued to believe that we were together. I went to college both because I wanted to and also because I wanted to get away from him. I was far far away. He and I first met in this town. He doesn't live here so I didn't think anything of it, but he apparently got a job there. He still thinks we're dating when I told him long ago we aren't. I was not and have never cheated on you. I'm sure you gutted him now so it's not like he can get at me anymore so I guess I shouldn't be worried anymore either. I should have mentioned him but I didn't think anything of it." I explained.

"He's not dead. So you're trying to get me to believe that he's just some annoying delusional kid who thinks he's dating you? That's BS." He stated.

"Fine, don't believe me. I didn't think you would, but it's the truth. I can't believe you think I'd lie to you, or most of all that you think I'd cheat on you. Do you have any idea how much that hurts me, Sam? I trust you and I love you, yet where's the trust and love for me? Huh? Dean even seemed to believe me when I called him. There is no trust in this relationship and you're really making me question everything right now." I angrily spouted. I got up and left the room. I slammed the door shut. I went and sat in the lobby on the couch. I was in tears and the manager of the hotel noticed.

"You ok, ma'am?" He asked from behind the desk.

"Not really. Just some relationship problems. Don't worry about it." I replied. He nodded, but seemed to wish he could help. After nearly an hour had passed, I saw someone crouch next to me out of the corner of my eye but didn't look.

"Caitlin, please come back upstairs. I want to talk about this. I have things to say." Sam begged in a soft and comforting voice. I nodded. I walked up with him. We both sat on the bed.

"What could you possibly have to say to me, Sam?" I asked. "I know you hate me now."

"Hold on. I never once said I hated you. I do not. Listen. It's mostly the way you reacted that makes me think you're lying." He explained. "You didn't answer me when I asked who he was. Had you explained then, I might have believed you. Then you ran off, made Dean spout off at me, then made me walk through the rain to get you. That all sounds like you were cheating and didn't want me to find out." He actually had a point. That is how it came across.

"Sam, I don't expect you to believe anything I say at this point, but I didn't answer because I know it sounds crazy. I didn't think you'd believe me. I ran off because you were already mad because you didn't know why I wanted him to get away from me and you had a knife. I didn't know what you'd do if I had told you, and with a knife in your hand, I was terrified. I didn't tell Dean to yell at you. I just told him what was going on and that I was scared to answer your calls. I didn't want you to have to walk through the rain to get me. I was just so scared, Sam. I know you don't believe me, and that's ok. Just know I'm sorry." I explained. He didn't realize what really happened.

"I would never hurt you, Caitlin. I would hope you know that. It doesn't matter if I'm mad or not, I'd never hurt you. I believe you about not telling Dean to yell at me and I get why you were scared, but I don't believe you about everything. It just doesn't make sense. I just can't believe you would cheat on me. How could you?" He asked. He was still pissed.