Deadly

Chapter 13

"We already know what happened," I said to Castiel. Was he really suggesting that Dean lied to Sam and me? Based on their stories about them hunting togehter, he used to do that- a lot. But he had changed in that sense, and it was obvious. Not only to me, but also to Sam, who looked back at me just as confused as I looked.

Castiel shook his head. "No, you don't. Not the truth. Not the entire truth."

"Cas," Sam said, in a tone that indicated he was waiting for the punch line. "Dean's done lying to everyone. He told us what happened after I left."

"No," Castiel repeated. "He lied."

"Castiel." Mason said, glaring at him. Castiel returned the look with more intensity, and Mason looked away after a few moments. Luke stepped up.

"He lied for a reason," Luke whispered, probably thinking we couldn't hear him. "He-"

"Okay, well, this has been great," I said, cutting Luke off. "Now tell us what really happened before I ask you all to leave."

Castiel looked at Mason, as if daring him to say something, but Mason stayed quiet. He was now seated on a couch again, on his phone, avoiding eye contact. I didn't blame him; Castiel's glare was intimidating.

"Well," he began, turning back to Sam and me. "After you left, Sam, Dean didn't stop hunting. He continued to hunt-"

"With Luke and Mason and everyone else in the house. We know." I interrupted.

Castiel glared at me. "Do not interrupt me. And the information you were given is a lie."

I looked at Mason and Luke accuslingly, but they avoided eye contact.

"As I was saying, Dean continued hunting, he continued using the First Blade," I looked over at Sam, who inhaled sharply when the words left Castiel's mouth. The look of disappointment that took over his face was almost frightening. Castiel ignored this, and continued speaking. "He tried to kill Metatron. But Metatron stabbed him, and Dean was killed."

"What? What the hell do you mean he was killed? Why did you not tell me before?" Sam said, quickly and angrily.

Castiel glared at him. "He was only dead for about an hour, Sam. And I had other things to worry about than getting you the message that your brother was temporarly dead. It hurt me, too, but I had Metatron to deal with."

Sam nodded, but didn't apologize for his outburst. Castiel continued, "Crowley took him back to the bunker, and told him the truth."

"Which is?" Sam asked.

"Wait, I thought he was dead?" I asked.

Castiel just nodded. "He was dead- per se. The mark kept him alive. You see, Cain didn't want to deal with the effects the mark was giving him, so he took his own life with the blade. But that didn't work. He woke up, as-"

"As a demon." I said, suddenly realizing what Luke and Mason had tried to argue earlier. "So Dean was- is?- a demon?"

"Was. It took a while, but we managed to exorcise him." Castiel said. I nodded, and Sam's anger and disappointment seemed to grow. "I won't go into detail, but after he was freed, he said he needed to find Sam, and that's when he met Mason and Luke, who tried to help him. Sam hadn't moved into the house yet, he moved in a few months after Dean had moved on from them. He thought Sam was dead, and he was trying to accept that. But he reused to admit that he thought that. So when he saw Sam here, it was quite a surprise."

I nodded, wanting to talk to Dean more than ever. Of course, I knew asking any questions I had would only make him mad, but I still had the burning desire to know more.

"Why didn't he tell us?" Sam asked.

"Well, Marilyn was just brought into this loop, he did not want to scare her."

"Okay, that I get. But why didn't he tell me?"

Castiel sighed, shrugging. "I'm not sure. I'm sorry, Sam."

Luke stood up from his spot on the couch, approaching Sam slowly, as if he were a ticking time bomb. "When he was with us, he was so worried about you. Finding you was all he could focus on, or talk about."

"It got annoying." Mason said, smiling.

Luke grinned, nodding. "He just wanted to make sure you were okay. He was probably worried that telling you would upset you, or-"

"He's my brother, Luke. This is too big for him to just 'forget' to tell me." Sam stood up, leaving the room.

I sighed. I understood why Sam was made, and kind of understood why Dean had kept this from him, but I didn't want them mad at each other or arguing. They hadn't seen each other in two years, I didn't understand how they were already fighting.

"Marilyn? Are you okay?" Luke asked, standing in front of me.

I looked up, nodding. "Yeah."

(Annnd I suck. This chapter does, too. I'm sorry. Anyway, I know last time I updated I said I would start updating regularly, but my teachers decided to start piling the homework on heavy for the last few weeks of school, so once school's over the updates will be regular. Please leave feedback guys, and I promise it'll get better soon. And ignore typos, I didn't proof read.)