Turn the Page -Sequel to More Than a Feeling

Chapter 13

Dean popped the trunk and grabbed the box of witch-killing bullets. "I can't believe you let her mess with my phone."

Sam paused from filling his own magazine and put his hands up. "I had nothing to do with it." He topped it off with a final bullet. "Anyway, you love it."

"Excuse me?" Dean shut the trunk and they climbed in.

"If you hated it so much, you would have learned how to change your ringtone by now."

Dean glanced sideways at his brother. Sam might be right, but Dean didn't have to admit it. "Whatever, man. I got more important things to do than screw around with my phone."

Sam just smirked.

Dean wished he hadn't brought it up. He did have something else he wanted to run by Sam, though. "Hey, has Ruthie seemed weird to you since yesterday?"

Sam didn't look at him. "You mean since I walked in on...whatever I walked in on?"

"Okay, first of all, you didn't walk in on anything. And no, I'm talking about the werewolf stuff."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Dean shook his head. "I don't know. I asked her about why she went after it, and the stuff she said at the fort. She wouldn't be straight with me. She got all defensive."

"Well, you tend to have that effect on people."

Dean took his eyes off the road long enough to scowl at Sam. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind. What do you mean, she wouldn't be straight with you?"

"I mean she was lying to me." Eyes back on the road, Dean squeezed the wheel tighter at the memory. "She looked me in the eye and lied to me."

Sam looked skeptical. "Why would she lie?"

"Why does anybody lie? People have secrets. Cas has lied to us, we've lied to him, we've lied to each other. That werewolf shows up in town, and she tries to hide it from us. Tries to go find it on her own. And then, remember what she said? That if we found out about it, it would 'ruin everything?' What was that supposed to mean?"

Sam shifted in his seat. "I don't know. Did you ask her?"

"Yeah. She acted like she didn't remember saying it."

Sam caught at that like a lifeline. "Maybe she doesn't. She was under a curse at the time."

Dean shook his head. "I know her. She was lying. You should've seen her face. She was scared."

Sam straightened. "Scared? Of what?"

Dean tossed a hand in the air. "Who knows? My questions, seemed like. And again today, not wanting us to hunt that wolf." He gripped the steering wheel again. "I'm telling you, Sammy, there's something weird going on with her."

Sam watched out the windshield for a while. "Did you ever think maybe she's just worried about you?"

"Me? Why?"

"Like she said. She doesn't want you walking into a trap, unprepared."

"Oh, but it's okay for her to?" Dean snapped.

"Of course not." Sam blew an irritated breath out through his nose. "All I'm saying is, I'm not blind, Dean."

Dean shot a sideways glance at him. "What?"

"And I want you to know, I'm okay with it. Happy about it, actually."

The back of Dean's neck turned uncomfortably hot. "What the hell are you talking about?"