𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 41 ~ The Truth May Hurt

Episode: Season 6 - You Can't Handle The Truth

The truth. I wanted it, Dean wanted it, Sam, too. In fact, I think everyone in this town did. Or at least, it didn't matter much if they didn't. Apparently, there was a truth goddess, Veritas, working her hudu here - making everyone go nuts from telling the truth that eventually they killed themselves. But while the boys had been so occupied with the case, my own thoughts kept going back to Sam and how he'd been acting. He'd just let Dean get turned.

But why? Why would he do that to his own brother? That wasn't the sensitive Sam I knew. It didn't make any sense. Although I did notice he hadn't been as uptight lately and a lot more carefree which was a good thing. In fact, this seemed like a way more fun version of Sam.

I frowned as the Impala hit a bump in the road. We were on our way to Veritas' place right now to gank her. Hopefully, she would still be there. When we arrived though, luckily she was... Unluckily, she captured us though. And now were tied to poles in her basement.

I let out a long sigh as I sat in between the boys, hands bound in my lap.

"Why does this always happen to us?" I asked to no one in particular.

"All right, let's do this," a female voice spoke up as Veritas came swishing back into the room, stalking towards us, "You came for dinner. Mm. Sit tight. You're up next..."

She took a knife then and held it up to my mouth, letting the cool metal blade slide across my lips.

"The tongue Is the tastiest part. It's where the lies roll off. Mmm. Mmm! I cannot wait to eat yours," she grinned before looking over at Dean.

"I mean, I've seen liars before, but you three? Gold standard," she said, shooting him a wink.

Dean shrugged, "Point of professional pride,"

"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you, Dean. You know what happens when you base your life on lies, right? The truth comes along and..." she made a slicing gesture to her neck and I bit my lip as she gazed over at Dean, "So, while you've still got your tongue... I think it's your turn to spill some..."

My eyes widened and I wriggled in my binds as she got closer to my boyfriend.

"How 'bout we play a little truth or truth? What should we ask Dean first, hmm? Something personal about you?" she grinned, "Hey, Dean, I'm curious. What do you really feel about your brother?"

"Better now. As of yesterday, I wanted to kill him in his sleep. I thought he was a monster," Dean admitted to her and I saw a hurt look flash across Sam's face at his brother's words, "But now I think he's just acting like me,"

Veritas tilted her head to the side, "What do you mean?"

"It's the gig. You're covered in blood until you're covered in your own blood. Half the time, you're about to die. Like right now. I told myself I wanted out - that I wanted a family..." he continued.

"But you were lying," she arched an eyebrow and Dean vehemently shook his head.

"No. But what I'm good at is slicing throats. I ain't a boyfriend. I'm a killer," he admitted, meet my brown eyes that now held sadness at his confession, "And there's no changing that. I know that now,"

"So Lisa walking back into your life must have been a relief," she grinned conspiratorially over at Dean.

Dean said nothing in response. I didn't know if I was sad or happy about that. Suddenly, Veritas whipped around to me.

"What about you, Parker? How do you feel about Dean's new budding relationship with his old flame?" she cooed in my ear, making me pull away from her.

"I hate their friendship. I hate how he spends more time with her than me and lies about it. I hate how he feels like he can't just be honest with me...but through all of that...I still love him. And I don't even know why," I confessed, choking on the last words as they spilled out of my mouth, thick with emotion.

Veritas smiled as she looked up to Dean. But I didn't even bother to glance up. I didn't want to even know what his reaction was to that confession she'd got out of me.

"And how do you feel about the band getting back together? Hmm, Sam?" Veritas asked then, switching to Sam who sat just on the other side of me.

" Look - what we do Is hard. But we watch out for each other. And that's what's important. And that's it. That's the truth," Sam told her confidently, looking straight into her eyes.

"No. No, it's not!" she insisted, rising from her seat to tower over the three of us.

"You said it yourself - I can't lie," Sam told her seriously.

"How are you doing that? That's not possible. You're lying to me!" she shouted down at him and I wriggled in my constraints.

"No, I'm not!" he shot back.

"What are you?" she asked, arching an eyebrow before turning to Dean, "What is he?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sam shouted at the goddess.

"Really? I doubt that. I doubt anything that comes out of your mouth right now. You're not human,"

My eyes widened in shock and I shared a glance with Dean. His look mirrored mine as we stared up at the goddess. What did she mean by that?!

"What?" Dean asked quietly.

"You didn't know that? Now, that I believe," she said victoriously, a sickening smile on her face.

Suddenly, Sam broke free of his binds and he chunked a knife towards me and Dean so we could cut ourselves free as he went after Veritas. He charged towards the goddess, punching and kicking at her as best he could. Dean sawed at his binds as the fight went on. A crash sounded behind us then and we turned to see Sammy sprawled out on the floor, Veritas standing over him. She climbed on top of him, hands instantly going to his neck in a stranglehold. Suddenly, Dean got free and cut me loose, too.

As I slipped out of my binds, Dean raced over to a crowbar lying on the ground and stabbed Veritas through the stomach with the sharp, metal object. As she heaved upwards at the pain thereby releasing Sam, the younger Winchester stabbed her in the chest with his knife. She groaned before falling in a lifeless heap on the ground. But as I got up from the floor, I noticed Dean and Sam at a stand-off.

"Dean, it's me," Sam piped up suddenly, insistence ringing in his voice.

"You are not my brother," Dean shot back and I gaped over at him.

How could he say that?! How could he say such a thing to Sammy?!

"What are you?!" he shouted at him.

"I'm me, Dean. Look, please, just let me explain!" Sam begged, holding his hands up in surrender as Dean pointed the crowbar at him.

"Why should I believe anything you say?"

"Okay, okay. You want the truth? Here it is. Here it is. She was right. There's something wrong with me, really wrong. I've known it for a while. I lied to you," Sam admitted finally.

I sucked in a big breath, unbelieving as the words spilled from his mouth.

"And I let you get turned by that vamp," he also admitted.

"I knew it!" I piped up but Dean silenced me with a look.

"Because I knew there was a cure! And we needed in that nest! And I knew you could handle it!" Sam insisted, glancing between the two of us.

"Handle it?! I could've died! I could've killed Parker!" Dean screamed at him, gesturing towards me.

"And that should stop me cold. But I - I just don't feel it,"

My blood froze in my veins and it felt like my world had stopped for a split-second in time. He...he didn't care he almost got me killed?

"You what?" Dean growled lowly.

" Ever since I came back, I am a-a better hunter than I've ever been! Nothing scares me anymore! 'Cause I can't feel it. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I need help..." Sam said and this time, I could hear a hint of sadness in his voice.

Like he was lost and broken. I sighed, biting back my own feelings of betrayal and anger towards him.

"We have to help him, D," I nodded, turning to my boyfriend with tears brimming in my eyes, "I can't lose my best friend..."