Killing Me Slowly (Third Book to the Secrets Will Kill You Series)

You Can Never Really Fix A Heart

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"Feels wonky" Dean commented as we approached the crime scene.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Working a regular job"

"Yeah, it really does" Brit agreed.

"Bobby'll call if anything flares up on the Leviathan front. In the meantime, you all know you want to work this case. Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded" Sam said.

"No arguments. It's kind of nice, you know? We're due for a little cut and dry. And..." Dean started as we all flashed the cop our FBI badges so he would let us pass the Do Not Cross line. "You two seem good"

"We are...for us anyway" Brit said.

"By the way..." Sam said, stopping in his tracks so we turned to face him. "Thank you" he said to Dean.

"For?"

"Amy. I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks"

I noticed he shifted in his spot and was doing his best to keep eye contact with Sam and keep his head up but he still said, "No problem".

All I did was stare at him in disbelief...in anger...in hurt. Then, Sam headed inside the apartment building and they all went to follow but I just stood there, watching Dean. "Mel, you okay?" Brit turned and asked me. Dean walked up a few steps but stopped as well to turn and look at me.

"Yeah...I just feel like I'm going to be sick" I said and I got to her side as we headed on in and I pushed passed Dean.

I felt him staring at me weirdly but I ignored him. What I told her was true. I did feel like I was going to be sick...but it was because of what I knew. I knew Dean had gone to kill Amy and I knew he was lying to all of us...and just knowing he went to go kill her and knowing she had a son to take care of...it made me feel ill. I could barely look at him, let alone be around him.

We got up to the tenth floor and found a detective to talk to. "Welcome to Crazytown, population: one dead guy" he said. 

"Who was he?" Brit asked.

"Uh, Matthew Hammond. Seems to have been crushed to death"

"By?" Dean asked.

"Well, if we weren't on the tenth floor, I'd say by a car"

We all exchanged a look and then walked a few feet away as Sam took out the EMF. It started to go crazy. "Some kind of ghost?" Sam wondered.

"With a license?...A license to kill" Dean quipped.

Brit rolled her eyes at him but smirked lightly...I couldn't even do that right now. "Seriously?" Sam asked him.

I noticed something over on the carpet. I walked over to it, crouched down and pinched it between my fingers. "What do you got?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. Looks like some kind of powder" I said, monotonously.

"Sulfur?" Brit asked.

"No. Just dirt. Could be 'Christine'-like I replied as I stood to my feet. I admit when I replied to her, there was some more variation in my tone.

"Ugh. Even possessed cars can't do stairs. It's something spectral...check this out. AA, 10 years. Dead and sober" Dean said, picking up a chip from the coffee table and he tossed it to Sam.

"Double crappy"

"There's a charge keeps coming up. 50 bucks a month at a place called Jane's. All right. Congrats on your sobriety" Sam read off some papers and tossed Dean back the coin.