Being Alone (D. Winchester)

2.3 Truths Be Told

I sighed and shook my head.

Veritas "you have to answer me"

Me "I think he's an asshole. I don't want him in my life anymore every time i look at him it kills me. He should've stayed with Lisa, to be honest."

Veritas "do you still love him?"

I nodded "of course i do. I've never loved anyone more than i love Dean. But he made it clear that he never loved me. meaning he was using me throughout our whole relationship. "

Veritas "do you think you can forgive him for that?"

I shook my head "no. He broke my heart, i'll never forgive him for that. I know i shouldn't care about him anymore but i do and that's why i hate myself. I hate myself for not being able to hate him"

She nodded "That's interesting"

I looked at Dean who looked away.

Veritas then moved over to Sam "So, how do you feel about the band getting back together? Hmm, Sam? "

Sam "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. "

Veritas shook her head confused " No. No, it's not."

Sam " You said yourself -- I can't lie. "

Veritas "How are you doing that? That's not possible. You're lying to me! "

I raised an eyebrow.

Sam " No, I'm not!"

Veritas "What are you? "

She looked at Dean " What is he? "

Sam "I don't know what you're talking about. "

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

Dean asked shocked " What? "

Veritas "You didn't know that? Now, that I believe. "

Suddenly Sam cut through the open rope and tossed the knife to Dean.

I ripped the rope off and jumped up.

Veritas was fighting Sam.

Dean "Elena, the blood soaked knifes!"

I nodded and looked around. I saw two knifes on the table and grabbed one.

Dean freed himself.

Veritas started to choke Sam.

I saw Dean impaling the goddess through the back with a hook.

She turned around. Her pretty face turned into an ugly one.

I ran to them and rammed the knife through her heart.

She fell to the ground, dead.

Then i saw Dean aiming the other knife at Sam.

Sam "Dean, it's me. "

Dean " You are not my brother. "

Sam " Just listen- "

Dean "What are you?""

Sam "I'm me, Dean. Look, please, just let me explain."

Dean " Why the hell should I believe anything you say? "

Sam " Okay, okay. You want the truth? Here it is. Here it is. God's honest. She was right. There's something wrong with me, really wrong. I've known it for a while. I lied to you. Yeah. And...I let you get turned by that vamp. Because I knew there was a cure, Dean, and we needed in that nest! And I knew you could handle it! "

Dean asked funny " Handle it?! I could've died! I could've killed Elena."

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

Dean asked confused " You what?"

i slowly moved to Sam.

Sam "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. "

I put a hand on his shoulder and sighed  "He's lying about some things"

Sam looked at me with wide eyes "how'd you know?"

Suddenly Dean punched him in the face.

Sam fell to the ground. I took a step back.

Dean started punching him repeatedly.

Sam was already unconscious.

Dean stopped and stood up.

Then he looked at me.

Outside.

I walked to me car.

Dean "Elena"

I turned around "what, Dean? hm? "

Dean "how...?"

Me "how i could feel his lie? Guess i got more things from Alastair than just the telekinesis. "

Dean "like empathy?"

i nodded.

Dean "and what more?"

Me "immortality"

He raised his eyebrows "wow"

I nodded.

Dean went to say something but i cut him off.

Me "I should probably head home, to dad."

He nodded.

Me "bye, Dean"

He nodded. 

At home. night. 

I took a deep before walking inside. 

I looked around and saw Dad sitting in is office. 

I said carefully "hey dad"

He looked at me "Elena, what are you doing here?"

Me "I'm coming home"

He just looked at me. Then he put two cups on the desk and filled them with whiskey. 

Dad "Well, welcome home, kid"

I smiled and sat down on the chair across from dad. 

Then i grabbed the drink and took a sip from it. 

Dad "i'm still mad as hell at you"

I nodded "i know, dad, and i'm sorry"

Dad nodded "it's okay. You're home now, and that's  all what matters"

I smiled and took a sip of my drink .