Some Secrets Should Stay Secrets (Supernatural)

The Man Who Knew Too Much

Felicity awoke and saw Cas looking down at her. They were still in the bed, Cas holding her in his arms.

"Morning, Castiel." She smiled slightly.

"Good morning, Felicity."

"How long have you been watching me sleep?"

"Not long. Only five minutes or so."

She nodded. "Okay. Good. Are Sam and Dean up yet?"

"I can't be sure. I would assume so. Why?"

She just shrugged. "Just checking. I'm gonna get dressed now, so you can either step outside or turn around."

Cas nodded awkwardly. "I will just... avert my eyes."

Felicity got up and got an extra set of clothes, proceeding to undress. Cas sat at the bed, facing away from her.

"So, Castiel, what do you think we're dealing with here?" She asked.

"I am not sure. There is no doubt that it's an angel, but I don't know what kind of angel would see to stealing a dead body."

"From what I can see, an angel found a vamp, killed it, and took its victim. And later on, the same angel killed someone who had nothing to do with Victoria Winters. Maybe he had something to do with the body?"

"Perhaps. It could have everything to do with the body."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sure that whoever this person was, they were important for some reason. A valuable asset to heaven perhaps. A bargaining chip. Something."

Felicity sighed. "Maybe."

"Are you... are you fully clothed?"

She quickly buttoned up her shirt. "Yep. I'm good. You can turn around now, if you want."

He turned and looked at her. She was wearing a red plaid top, cropped jeans, and leather ankle boots.

"You look nice." He spoke.

A small smile played at her lips. "Thanks. So, should we head over to the boys' room and see if they found anything? I know Sam, he'd be knee deep in research."

Cas nodded his head a bit, standing up. "Yes. I believe we should."

They went to Sam and Dean's room; Felicity knocked on the door. It wasn't long before Sam answered.

"Morning, Moose!" Felicity chirped.

Sam just scoffed. "Morning."

"Have you conducted research regarding the whole vampire-angel-murder thing?"

"Well, come on in. Let me tell you what I found."

They went into the room, Dean still asleep. Typical. Felicity expected nothing less. They sat on Sam's bed and discussed the research.

"So get this. The missing body is most likely Tyler Rose. Reported missing a few nights back by his wife, Shannon."

"Why him?" Cas asked. "I'm sure there are many missing persons reports, why him in particular?"

"Remember the guy who got his eyes burned out? His brother. Walter. He'd been staying with Tyler and his wife for a while. And when Tyler went missing, he kinda fell off the wagon. He took off, and no one has seen him since. Alive, at least."

"Why would an angel take a dead guy, then kill the dead guy's brother?" Felicity pondered.

"That's what we're gonna find out."

Felicity sighed lightly. She already knew half of this puzzle, but she was missing some pieces. She knew why he took the body, but she didn't know why he killed his brother. Surely Django had a reason behind his actions.

"Alright. Anything on our vamp? Victoria Winters?" She asked Sam.

"Nothing much. She moved here from... everywhere. She never stayed in one place for too long. She was born in Tampa, Florida. And she kept moving all over since she was eighteen."

As Sam spoke, Felicity thought about coming clean. She wanted more than anything to tell them. She just couldn't live like this anymore. All the secrets, all the lies, all the guilt. It was eating away at her.

But she knew that by telling them, she'd be endangering their safety. She'd put them in jeopardy, and she couldn't do that. Even so, if she did come clean, she'd lose their trust. The secrets she kept were beyond forgivable.

She thought about this long and hard, deciding what was right and what was wrong. She honestly didn't know what was right and wrong anymore. She decided to talk to Django and get some answers.

She excused herself so she could return to her room. She called Django and he appeared before her without delay.

"What is it?" He asked.

"You know what. Why did you kill that man?"

"You mean Walter Rose?"

"Who else could I mean?" She grew impatient.

"El, he was about to uncover what we've been doing. He would've exploited us, I couldn't risk that."

"You didn't have to kill him! Now the boys think there's something going on!"

"Well, there is."

"I never wanted this, Django. This just feels... wrong."

"That's to be expected. After all, you are-"

"Don't. I don't wanna hear it. Django, you didn't have to kill him. You could've dealt with this a lot of ways."

"I'm sorry. I panicked. I just don't want something to happen to you."

She sighed lightly. "I know. I'm sorry. I don't wanna fight right now. I'm just stressed out."

"You want to tell them. And I wish I could say that you could. But this is to keep them safe. That's what you want, right?"

She looked into his eyes. She nodded just a slight.

"The time will come when you can tell them. But for now, you'll have to trust me. This is for the best."

She sighed. "Okay. I... I trust you."