Lies We Tell ~ Dean Winchester

XII.

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Dean

I didn't sleep much that night. I was too wired. The short nap I had when I was supposed to be doing research was just enough it made me restless. Instead of tossing and turning all night I poured myself a bourbon, opened Sammy's laptop and started looking for evidence of other psychic deaths across the country.

I didn't like the idea of waiting around for Clara, but I didn't have a better idea. So far all we knew for sure was that Yellow Eyes had killed a bunch of empaths and made a play for Erin. We had no idea if he would come back for her or move on to the next name on the list.

I scrubbed a hand over my face and threw back the last of my bourbon. I didn't have a clue how to keep Erin safe and it was bothering me more than I wanted to admit. Just sitting back and doing nothing like Clara said wasn't an option.

Sam and Bobby were up at dawn. Sam took the list I had assembled and started calling the morgues to see if we could still get in to see any of the vics. Most were older cases and the vics had already been planted but there were a couple we might get lucky on if some lazy coroner dragged their ass. It wasn't much, but if we could figure out how the empaths were dying we would be able to protect Erin that much better.

I made coffee and silently handed Bobby a mug.

"You sleep at all kid?" Bobby asked looking over the mountain of research I had stacked on the kitchen table.

I shook my head taking a sip of the warm liquid. "Naw, got us a list of names though."

Bobby moved over to the pad and flipped through the paper. "Like finding a needle in a stack of needles."

"It's not like the coroners labeled them 'potential psychics'. These were the ones that sounded like demon kills or fit the profile." I cleared my throat and took another sip of coffee. "Gotta do something man."

Bobby pressed his lips together and turned back to me. "Look, I wanna help Clara and the girl, I do, but we gotta accept at some point there isn't much we can do past playing defense."

I sighed tiredly and shook my head. He didn't get it. "I promised her I would get her out of this and she could go back to her normal life. I can't just sit around and wait for the asshole to take another shot at her. He's wrecked too many lives."

Bobby shot me the look he used when he thought I was being extra stupid. "You know you can't fix her. She is what she is, and yeah, we might be able to get rid of the demon target on her back but she will always be what she is."

I scowled at him. I didn't appreciate him talking down to me like I was an idiot. I understood exactly what she was and was not. "She isn't a monster Bobby," I said tightly.

Sometimes Bobby liked to act like he was my old man, normally I didn't mind, I had grown up with the guy and considered him family, but today it rubbed me the wrong way. It was probably just me being overtired, but I was feeling especially defensive when it came to Erin.

"No," Bobby said. "she's a psychic, and believe me. They are nothing but trouble."

I tightened my jaw.

"Know that from experience, love?" I asked sarcastically, doing my best impersonation of Clara's southern accent.

Bobby's face shut down into an angry scowl and I knew I had stepped over the line. I pinched my lips together and took a long drink of coffee. Bobby and I didn't talk about shit, not like this and I was getting real sick of feeling like he was trying to warn me off of Erin like I was still wet behind the ears.