My Best Friends Brother // Supernatural

Chapter 68

Sam and I are doing research on the case while Dean has gone out to get the last ingredients we need to make this spell that Bobby came up with when he was alive "so you're married now" Sam says without looking up from his computer "a very impulsive marriage but a marriage nonetheless" I reply looking into my cup of whiskey "are you happy?" Sam asks "yeah, I am. I just expected my wedding to be different, but considering the lives we have. It was perfect, all three of us were alive" I say and we both laugh "I just wish Bobby was here to see it" I admit "and Cas too, where the hell has he been anyways?" I say with a frown "I wish I knew, he hasn't picked up the phone. He just stayed back and hasn't said anything since" Sam says, I sigh "one day, it's just going to be him and I" I say "don't be so negative, maybe there's a cure for you out there" Sam says "Sam you're both getting older, you're strong but human. I have been stuck on 20 for 11 years now, and you'll be old and rusty or dead. And I'm still going to be 20, the same goes for Dean, we're going to look like Noah and his bikini model" I scrunch my nose

"It will make him look good" Sam jokes, I chuckle and nod "I'm going to try and find a cure for you and then you can go old and rusty and die with us" Sam says, I smile and grab his hand "you're the best you know that right?" I ask "so I've been told" Sam replies. The door opens and Dean comes through "got the last of it" Dean says I pull my hand away from Sam before he can notice that we were having a morbid conversation "All right. Well, I have been looking at the crime-scene reports, and they are exactly the same as James told us -- vics, dates, location. The most recent one was a blind man, just like he said." Sam explains to Dean what he's found

"That's not good" Dean says, I drink the rest of my whiskey while Dean takes the chicken feet and some black thing out of the bag and puts it on the table with the rest of the ingredients "Also, I looked into his record on the force. He went from rookie detective to lieutenant basically overnight, and in the last four years, his solve rate's been right at about 100%." Sam says "Of course. He's got the booga-booga on his side." Dean says, I chuckle at the comment "having extra powers on your side isn't always a bad thing, specially if you are doing the right thing with it. Despite how wrong it looks, it's how you use it" I say, I glance at Sam who gives me a small smile 

Dean stares at as if I had just hit him "Is that an indirect?" Dean asks "Nope" I reply "And this witch-killing spell?" I change subject "We've never actually seen it work, it's not a sure thing" Dean says, Sam chuckle "Is anything we ever do a sure thing?" Sam asks "Well, no, but I would just like to have the odds in our favour as much as possible." Dean replies "Right?" Sam says "Well, I'm concerned." Dean says sitting down next to us "Concerned about the, uh -- the witch-killing spell... ...or that I'm gonna mess these trials up?" Sam asks "Look, we get too far down the road with this, we can't go back," Dean replies, Sam chuckles softly "And it'll be too late for me to jump in." Dean continues 

"Who says that you're gonna have to? You know, maybe I'll actually pull this one off." Sam replies "I'm just saying." Dean replies "I know what you're saying, Dean. You've said it. You know, I've been going over this and over this, asking myself "why doesn't he trust me?" And it occurred to me, finally. It's not that you don't trust me. It's that you can only trust yourself." Sam says, I sigh because I know exactly where this is going "are you done?" Dean asks "Yeah, I'm done if you're done." Sam replies, Dean picks up an empty bottle "You know, once I get this put together, we can't hesitate. If we got to use it, we use it." Dean says "You mean if we find the witch that's doing this to James?" Sam asks 

"Or if there is no other witch." Dean replies "Or... it wouldn't be the first free pass we've given, Dean." Sam says looking at me "Look, I like James as much as the next guy, but people are getting ganked here. Besides, Reggie, Benny, and Kate -- they were forced to be what they are. James chose this." Dean explains "You do know I've killed people out of my own accord with no remorse right?" I ask, they look at me, Dean frowns and I can feel the judgment "James is clearly beating himself over this situation, what we need to do here is not kill the man for something out of his control but find a way to help him. You don't kill good people for a few bad choices they've made and you sure as hell can't hold that over their heads" I say

"You're different," Dean says ignoring everything else "Because I'm your wife and Sam's best friend? It shouldn't be a reason to let my own decision slide, you found me in shit and you helped me through it, until the day I had to be staked. That's what we do, that's our job. To help people" I say "What is up with the two of you?" Dean asks "don't you see? You want to kill anything that you don't understand, that's your instant reaction. You look at us with those judgy eyes, like you're so damn perfect and I know it's not your fault that you were brought up this way but you need to start paying attention to the dumb shit you say" I growl

I know my eyes are shining when he looks away "Look at me" I growl, my face completely vamped out now "See, you freaking married me but you don't have the guts to look at me when I'm in my true form. This is me, Dean" I raise my voice, he finally turns to look at me and his heart begins to race "You're not like the others" Dean say, I speed to him and grab him by the collar of his jacket "Like the others what Dean? The other monsters?" I ask, and he swallows hard "You cannot judge someone for doing something you don't understand, because if it came to it and you had to use witchcraft to save Sammy. You would, out of desperation" I say 

His gaze softens when he sees the feral in my eyes "let go of me" He says, I scoff and let go attempting to turn around but he pulls me back and holds me close to him "I don't think you're a monster, I married you because I freaking love you is it that hard to understand? I am not scared of you and I don't judge you for turning into a vampire, I don't judge Sam for being addicted to demon blood. And yeah I will vouch for the two of you no matter what because that's what family does, I will take care of my own until I take my last breath. How is that wrong?" Dean says looking into my eyes

"Can we get along for long enough to finish this case?" Sam speaks up, and Dean and I nod "I know you're stressed because you feel the defend Sammy, even from me. But I am not your enemy, I never have been. I am your partner" Dean whispers, I nod "I know, I'm sorry" I say "I am too" Dean says and pecks my lips, we walk back to the table and sit down 

"let's focus on the case"