Lies We Tell ~ Dean Winchester

III.

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Erin

I drove back towards my house, my eyes continuously flickering to the black '67 Chevy Impala in the review mirror. I drove around the corners with more care than was necessary. I was scared of what we might find at the house, but terrified we would find nothing. I reached up and pinched the bridge of my nose. My eyes were burning and I was exhausted, but I didn't think I was crazy.

I parked Jack's truck in its usual place and sat in the truck, staring at my house. I hated feeling like it wasn't safe here anymore. After my family died Jack and his house was the only home I had known. It had been my sanctuary where I was safe and had learned to suppress my ability. It was where I had pieced together a life after mine was stolen from me. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I couldn't let them take this from me.

I opened my senses once more, but just like before I could feel nothing coming from the house. Just the pressure of the guys sitting in the car parked next to me. I sucked in a breath as I felt the swirl of emotions rising from them. I slammed my walls closed before I was hit by the full brunt of their emotions.

I stepped out of the truck and looked warily at the house. The guys climbed out, and I jumped when a gun cocked next to me. My head whipped around and Dean at least had the good graces to look apologetic. He sort of shrugged and tucked the gun in the back of his pants.

"You can stay out here if you want," Sam offered gently.

I drew in a deep breath for courage. "No," I said and I strode purposefully towards the house.

Sam looked like he wanted to argue, but Dean looked a little impressed. I hesitated at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the door.

"I didn't leave that open," I told them, swallowing as I stared at the open door.

Before I could take another step Dean was in front of me. His broad shoulders blocking my view. He reached behind him and pulled the gun out of the back of his pants.

"Stay behind me," he ordered. The teasing tone from the diner when he was trying to get a rise out of me was gone, and suddenly he was all business.

He led the way through the kitchen and stopped abruptly when he turned the corner into the livingroom. "Son of a bitch," he muttered.

I moved to go around him so I could see.

"Wait-" Sam called, reaching for my arm. I sidestepped away from him and ducked around Dean.

I pulled up short, my hand going to cover my mouth. Laying on my living room floor, in a pool of blood was my neighbor Mrs. Sinnett. Beside her, still wearing the rope Mrs. Sinnett would use to bring her back when she got loose was Bonnie. Both had been torn to shreds.

I sucked in a breath and took a stumbling step back. My shoulders crashed into Dean's chest and his arm snaked around my waist to steady me. I pulled away before our skin could accidentally touch. I couldn't deal with someone else's emotions right now. I moved too fast however, and fell to my knees.

Sam's large hands closed over my shoulders and he helped me back up away from the blood.

"What in the hell?" Dean muttered as he moved closer to the bodies.

Sam glanced down at me, making sure I was okay before he stepped further into the room. He crouched beside Mrs. Sinnett's body, inspecting the damage.

I covered my mouth with my hand and forced myself to take deep breaths. Emotions were swirling all around me and I couldn't stop them. Anger and pain and revulsion. Fear and Fury.