Deadly

Chapter 10

Sam staggered back, unsure of how to react. "Dean?" he repeated.

"It's me, Sammy." Dean smiled uncomfortably.

"But you-"

"I know." Dean walked toward Sam, arms open, but when he reached Sam, Sam grabbed him, shoving him against the door that Mason had shut after Dean had entered. "Sam!" Dean shouted, trying to wrestle out of Sam's grasp.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam spat at Dean.

Dean nodded toward me quickly, saying, "She invited me."

Sam didn't turn to look at me, and I took that as my que to jump in. "Sam! Let him go!" I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from Dean, but Sam pushed me away. I staggered back, almost falling, but regaining my balance last minute. Sam turned then, his fit of anger appearing to be over.

"Marilyn, I'm so sorry!" he said, rushing to make sure I was okay. I shook him off, going to stand by Dean.

"Sam, what the hell?" I demanded.

"He had good reasons," Dean told me, looking at Sam before he looked down at me.

"And those are?"

Mason and Luke stayed quiet while Dean and Sam took turns yelling at each other while they tried to explain what was happening. I, on the other hand, was not so polite.

"Shut up!" I said loudly, wanting to be heard over the two fighting. "Shut the hell up!"

Luke and Mason quietly exited the room, and Dean and Sam fell quiet, looking at me surprised. "Who are you?" I asked, looking at them both.

"We're-" Sam tried to start, but Dean cut him off.

"My name's Dean Winchester," he said, looking at Sam. "And this is my brother, Sam."

"Winchester?" I looked at Sam.

Sam nodded, looking down at his hands. "Yeah, Winchester."

"You lied about your last name?" Dean asked. "That's low."

"No, Dean, it wasn't. You said I might as well disappear. That was low."

"It was for your own good, Sammy-"

"No, Dean, it wasn't!" Sam said again. "It was for you! Everything you do is always for you!"

"Sam, I was trying to protect you!" Dean shot back, standing up off the couch he was sitting on. Sam was sitting across from him, the only barrier between them was the crappy coffee table Sam and I would have to replace. "I was thinking of you!"

"Am I supposed to thank you?" Sam replied, accusation laced in his words. "You told me to leave, you told me you didn't need me, or my help-"

"But you're the one who left!" Dean screamed, kicking the coffee table in front of him.

"Because you told me to!" Sam shouted, standing up, towering over his brother.

"Dammit Sam!" Dean exlaimed in his deep, raspy voice, and kicked the table harder. It hit Sam this time, but Sam didn't notice.

"You wanted me gone, so I left. And now you're here?" Sam said, his voice still holding venom and anger towards Dean, but no longer as loud. "Why?"

"She told me to come over." Dean said, gesturing towards me. "So I'm here."

Sam looked at me, sighed, and sat down again. "Let us explain."

I nodded, sitting on the couch next to Sam.