Pour Me Out ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

The Van Allen's vs The Truth

"I know what I saw Kare," Dean insisted. He stole a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure that Sam was still in line to get them some Hot Dogs for lunch. After he got the cure - he was sure that Sam just stood there to let him get turned. That this wasn't Sam, cause he knew his brother would never do something like that to him.

"We tested him Dean," Karoline's voice crackled through the phone sounding tired. "I don't know what to tell you."

"He threw me to that vamp." Dean lowered his voice, checking to make sure the coast was clear. If this wasn't his brother, he didn't want whatever the Hell it was knowing he was onto it. "I'm telling you, it's not my brother."

Karoline sighed on the other end of the line, and he could hear shuffling before the sound of the fridge opening and closing. "Well then he's something we've never seen before."

"Yeah or it's friggin Lucifer." Dean sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Look, I'll admit - somethings been a little off with Sam," Karoline admitted. She couldn't pin point it exactly, but something felt almost... empty when she looked at him. Like he wasn't all there, but that didn't mean he was some creature. "So, I'll try Cas again, but-"

"Screw him," Dean cut her off impatiently. He hadn't been answering any of them for the last few weeks and he was done waiting for him. "I can't wait any more."

The sound of a beer being opened echoed from the phone, "Look I get it, you're upset, but let's try and think about this rationally-"

"Rationally?" He echoed incredulously. Was she really telling him to be rational when it was very likely Lucifer was riding in his passenger. "He watched me get turned!"

"Are you sure that's what you saw?"

"Damn it Kare, yes. I know!" He raged - taking a moment to calm himself down when he realized how loud he had just gotten.

He could practically hear the eye roll come from the blonde he was on the phone with. "Saying 'you know' isn't exactly hard proof. Cause what you're trying to do-"

"What I'm trying to do, is fix this, and fast." He cut her off once more, running a hand down his chin. He knew something was wrong, why didn't anyone else notice it? Why didn't anyone else want to help him fix this? "It's not just the vamp, okay? He has been different from the jump, you said it yourself."

"Yeah, but Dean..." She let out a soft breath. "You were off when you came back from Hell too." She reminded him gently.

"That's different."

There was silence on the other end of the line and for a moment he thought, she'd hung up on him. After a moment she said, "All right, I'm with you."

"Are you?" Dean asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, Alayna and I, we'll hit the books." She promised him and he could already feel the weight lift of his shoulders at her promise. "Just don't shoot him yet, alright? Watch him. We need facts. Cause if it isn't Sam... we don't know what it is. And if we're going to put him down, we need to know how."

"I don't even want to ride in the same car with him, much less work a damn case." Dean admitted, shifting uncomfortably.

"Get in the car, pansy," Dean's resolve hardened at her words, narrowing his eyes slightly as he could hear the eye roll in her voice. "He's your case." And with that she hung up.

Dean looked down at the phone for a moment. She was right, he needed to think about this rationally. Nothing good would come from jumping the gun, half cocked. A tinfoil wrapped Hot Dog was suddenly in his face and he jumped slightly to see Sam there with a newspaper in his hands. "Hey, just checking in on the girls."