Lies We Tell ~ Dean Winchester

XIII.

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Erin

Dean drove like a bat out of hell, weaving in and out of traffic to put as much distance between us and the demons as possible. He didn't slow down until we were miles away and he was sure of our getaway. I trusted Dean to know when we were safe.

I turned around in my seat to face Brandon as Dean drove us out of town. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked him.

He nodded his head but he was still looking a little shell shocked. "So..." he said rubbing his eyes as he worked on collecting himself. "You're a- you're..."

"An empath too," I confirmed with a small, reassuring smile. He looked so nervous. I was tempted to lower my wall and see if I could figure something out to reassure him. I glanced out of the corner of my eye towards Dean and decided against it. Just because I could, didn't mean I had to. Normal people just talked. I could do that.

Brandon exhaled and looked relieved to hear I was an Empath too. I suppose it was reassuring for me too to finally meet someone else like me, to know I wasn't alone.

He scrubbed a hand through his hair, messing it up from it's perfect style. "So...you guys like, sorta just saved me huh?" he asked.

"Well, technically Dean did," I said motioning towards Dean. I glanced back at him, but his eyes were locked on the road. I looked back at Brandon. He still seemed uncomfortable. "He saved me too," I reassured him quickly.

"They were after you, too?" he asked in surprise.

I pressed my lips together as memories of that night at my house went over me. "Ah yeah," I said, tangling my hands together in my lap.

"I'm so sorry!" he said quickly. "I shouldn't have brought it up," his eyes widened apologetically.

I pulled back in surprise before I remembered that if he wanted to, he would be able to pick up every emotion I felt. I cleared my throat, shifting my weight in the seat. Dean cast a smug, sideways look my way and I scowled at him. He shook his head.

I turned back to Brandon. "They're looking for an empath strong enough for whatever they have planned."

Brandon pressed his lips together in a grim line. "Those were demons weren't they?" he asked.

I bit my lower lip, uncertain if I should just spring it all on him. I had no idea what Brandon's background was. I had the advantage of living with a Hunter and it had still been tough for me to cope with the reality of what was happening. I didn't want to overwhelm the poor guy. "Yeah," I said apologetically. "They were."

"I thought so," he said leaning back in his seat. "At first I couldn't get a reading on them, but then they touched me and they felt..." he shook his head as though he couldn't quite find the words.

"Like tar?" I supplied.

His soft blue eyes widened as he nodded, leaning forward with interest. "Yeah. Totally different from that warm marshmallowy feel other people have."

"Or the ones that are like a blanket," I added quickly.

"Do you ever get those weird headaches that make you sleep for like ,ever afterward?" He asked eagerly, resting his hand on the back of my seat near mine.

I nodded. "Yes! But only after I do a lot of blocking, the back and forth a bunch really wears me out."

Brandon's eyes shone with fascination, "You can block?" He asked, "Oh, you have got to show me how to do that!"