Lies We Tell ~ Dean Winchester

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Erin

I tossed and turned for almost an hour before I was finally able to fall asleep. I was scared about the demons finding Brandon and I, angry with Dean and even more mad at myself for letting him get to me. I don't know what I expected, he was a hunter and had simply acted like one. I couldn't fault him for that.

I was dreaming of the afternoon I met Dean and Sam in that cafe in Montana. One minute I was sitting across from them and all of a sudden demons were everywhere. Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me after him and out the back door. He shielded me with his body and I looked up at him from inches away panting. "They're coming," I warned him but it was like he couldn't hear me.

All of a sudden it was like my dream had surround sound. I could feel his intensity and every one of his emotions. I actually flinched in my dream, bringing my hand up to cup my forehead.

"I'm coming," a disembodied voice called.

My eyes snapped open and I stared into Dean's eyes from inches away. "He's found us," I warned him, but Dean just frowned down at me.

"Beckett," his voice rumbled near my ear, but it didn't make sense. He wasn't paying attention we had to run.

"Come on Beckett, wake up."

Something shook me and I jerked awake. I was panting as my heart thundered in my chest. I realized that the reason my dream had been so vivid was because Dean was bent over the edge of my bed, his warm hand wrapped around my arm.

I opened my mouth to tell him something but I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was. "What?" I asked blinking in confusion.

Dean's hand tightened around my arm as he encouraged me to sit up. "Clara's dead," he told me without preamble. That's when I noticed he was holding his gun in his other hand.

"What? What about Brandon? Is he okay?" I asked as I scrambled out of bed.

Dean let me go and backed away, his jaw tightening. His hair was still mussed from sleep and he was only wearing a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. Whatever happened had woken him. "We'll find him," he said briskly.

He pulled me towards the door. I reached out and grabbed my jacket before he took me across the hall into his room. He grabbed a shirt off the floor and put it on. He turned and dug around in his duffel until he came out with a second gun which he handed to me.

He turned back around in time to see me shrugging on my jacket. He arched a questioning brow. "What?" I snapped defensively, taking the gun from him. "I'm not wandering around the dark house in skimpy pajamas. It feels too much like the beginning of a bad horror movie."

He snorted. "Yeah, you're not wrong."

I followed him back down the stairs. "Do you know where Brandon's room is?" he asked.

"Yeah, this way."

He scowled and I caught tinges of jealousy as I pointed out the way to Brandon's room. The room was empty and dark, and the bed was still made which was odd because when I walked with him to his room he had told me he was going to bed. A bad feeling went over me. We went back into the formal living room where the lights were blazing.