Trust Issues: A 10k fanfic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 57

[Megan's POV]

I woke up in the same position from last night. I sat up in the large empty bed and hugged my knees as last nights event replayed in my head. There was a light knocking at the door and Dean stepped inside giving me a smile.

"How you feeling?" He asked.

"I-I don't know..." I said quietly.

Dean sat on the corner of my bed and looked at me, "what does that mean?"

"I feel like I can't tell what's real anymore..." I said.

"I have something I want to show you, get up and get ready, meet me at the car," he said before disappearing.

I did just that and got up and grabbing my bow and machete that was leaning against the side of the wall along with my nearly empty quiver. I fastened my quiver to me and stepped outside my door. Standing in the hall I could hear conversation out in the living room.

"The roof leaked all night there's puddles everywhere," a voice said.

I froze when I stepped in something and looked down at a puddle of blood.

I blinked a few times as flashbacks of last night skipped across my mind. It was never blood it was simply a leaky roof that added to my illusion. Then I thought to myself, 10k. I emerged from the hall and looked around for 10k but he wasn't seated in the living room like I had hoped.

"You ready?" Dean asked me.

"Where's 10k?" I asked him.

"Out getting supplies," he looked at me.

"Oh..." I said disappointed.

He took my hand and dragged me towards the garage but I stopped beside the kitchen.

He reached for his neck but I nicked his upper arm with my machete.

I blinked a couple times staring at the bloody towel Red had used to clean 10k's arm with. I was pulled out of the kitchen and towards the garage and sat down in the passenger seat of Deans car. These flashbacks were driving me crazy, I needed to find 10k. And that if he even wants to talk to me ever again, I almost killed him I don't think I'd want to talk to me either.

"Stop that," I heard Dean say.

I looked over at him, confused on what I had done wrong. He was staring down at my hands and I hadn't even realized I was scratching the bottom of my wrist so hard the skin was starting to peel. What's wrong with me? Why must I cause people so much stress and worry, it would be so much easier on everyone if one morning they found my bed empty and I was just gone. 10k would be safer if I wasn't around, I'm not stable, I'm not sure if I ever was.

We drove for a good 30 minutes until we pulled into a high school parking lot. There was only a few Z's lingering around but they hadn't noticed us. I stepped out of the car and looked at Dean who was scanning over the school, like he was afraid to go in.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"This was the place, were I lost my brother," he said staring into the school.

He started walking and I followed closely behind him. He made his way easily through the familiar halls until we stopped at a closed classroom door. Dean stared at the handle until I reached out and turned it pushing the door open. I stepped inside holding my machete as I entered the dark room. Light suddenly filled the room and I looked at Dean opening the windows.

The room was pretty big and there were desks pushed up against the wall. In the open space on the floor was a couple old sleeping bags and empty cans. The more I looked around the room my eyes froze on the big white board that took up an entire wall. The board was almost completely covered in  tally marks. About 3 quarters of the way down the board they stopped. Dean was staring up and down the board as well taking it in and studying it.

"He lost faith in me," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"He marked every day that pasted, they get sloppy towards the end until he just stopped counting..." He said.

I studied the board noticing that the marks started straight but towards the end were sloppy and uneven.

"we don't know this was your brother," I told him.

"It is... Here's how I know," he turned holding something.

He handed me a piece of paper and I gently held it in my hands and studied the old photograph. It was of them...

"He waited for me all this time and I just left!" He yelled.

"Dean-"

He grabbed a desk and through it across the room making me jump. Then he just slammed his fists on the wall and laid his forehead against it facing away from me. I slowly walked up to him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"We'll find him, if it takes my last dying breath," I promised him.

I know! I'm terrible at updating! But guess what, they might find Sam! Leave a vote of you want them to find Deans baby brother:)
>>>don't be silent reader!<<<
VOTE
COMMENT
AND
FOLLOW:)