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Chapter 15: Signal Fire
"So, I was where in your reality?" I asked, holding a flashlight and walking through the dark, corroded hall.
Dean stopped and looked back at me, " I knew I should have chosen Sammy." he sighed.
"I wasn't there, was I?" I asked, " I bet you were like married to some skank named...something stupid like Carmen, huh?"
Once again, Dean stopped and looked at me, " You were there...I just didn't see you." he said, " Since dad never started hunting demons, you never came into our lives."
"You went to Hollywood without me, you..." I started.
"Had a dream without you?" Dean said, obviously annoyed.
I sighed, " Ok, you're getting really defensive and I haven't even asked any hard questions! I just want you to be honest with me and all you do is lie, like I'm some random person...which I probably am to you." I said quickly.
"I love you. You're not some random person and Carmen had nothing on you." Dean smiled.
I looked at him in realization, " Did you have sex with her?" I asked.
"In my dream? Hell yeah!" Dean said.
"She's not the only one, is she?" i asked.
"Doesn't matter, you're who I love and that's how it'll stay." Dean said, trying to hug me.
I moved back, " Let's just find the ghost." I said, walking away.
"Dammit!" Dean shouted, punching the wall.
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"So, did you find the ghost?" Sam asked.
I looked at Dean and Dean looked at me, " Yeah." he said, clearing his throat.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said, leaving the room.
"I'm going out." Dean said, walking out the door.
Sam walked into the bathroom just as I was taking off my pants and immediately hid himself behind the door, " I'm so sorry...I just..." he stammered.
"It's okay. Nothing you haven't seen before, right?" I joked, " Come on in."
"You sure?" he said, peeking around the door.
"Either come in or I'll come out...again." I smirked.
He came in, looking at the floor and began talking, " Hey, is everything alright? I mean, between you and Dean?" Sam asked.
"No." I snapped.
"Wanna talk about it." Sam asked.
"He cheated on me, with how many people and I found out." I said.
"It was only two..." Sam admitted
I looked up at him, " Huh?" I asked.
"One if you don't count Carmen. But then again, there was the strip club." Sam said to himself.
"You knew?" I asked.
"How did you find out?" Sam asked.
"You know what, I'm sick of Carmen! Skanky...skank." I said angrily, " If he can cheat, then I can too."
"Wait, what? He's just Dean." Sam said.
"And at a point, that excuse doesn't work anymore." I said, walking closer to Sam, " Maybe I made the wrong choice, maybe I should have chosen you."
"No. Not even if...we've done this, remember?" Sam said nervously.
"It's not like I forgot. How could I?" I said, grabbing the back of his head.
Sam grabbed my arms and looked me in the eyes, " That would be unfair to Dean an dyou. Dean because, yeah, we're all he has. Unfair to you because you're vulnerable and thaht would be taking advantage."
"So, you do still like me?" I asked.
"Love. Love is the word, but yeah." he said, shaking his head.
"I'm sick of being fragile and vulnerable. The bad thing about being fragile and vulnerable is that you always break." I confessed, " Don't you want to let all that go and forget? You both sacrifice for each other, but you're shit for others. Your relationships are crap at best and I'm still waiting on that freakin three way." I said angrily.
Sam smirked, " Did you let it all go?" he asked.
"I love you." I said quickly.
Before Sam could say anything else, Dean walked through the door with chinese food. He looked at us for a minute, then sat the food on the table.
"What the fuck is this?" Deak asked, walking to us.
"Nothing, I swear." Sam said, taking his hands from my arms.
"Is this because of that one superstar chick? Cause we didn't even go far...just a little...and me and Carmen...that was a dream." Dean said angrily, " I told you that!"
"Just because you told me doesn't mean it's okay. I want you to be honest, but I'm not gonna say that you being honest is gonna fix everything." I frowned.
"I told the truth, you wanted the truth, but you can't handle...the truth." Dean said.
"God, I used to think that you didn't know what women wanted. Then I thought you didn't know what your dates wanted...now I get it. You don't know what anyone wants but yourself! You're selfish!" I said.
"I am." Dean sighed.
"...and inconsiderate!" I shouted.
"I know." Dean said.
"....and you're the bad guy in my story! You're worst than any demon." I said heavily.
"I know, I know. That's how you know you love someone, if you worry about everything they do." he said.
Sam walked over and sat on the bed.
"I care about everything you do." Dean said.
"I hate this. It's an infection! I'm saving the world with two people who I love, that if they died, I'd die with them and I can't help but wonder if I'm going to die in the next five minutes." I said sadly.
Dean hugged me, " Carmen was nothing, I swear. You're the only person that I've even met lately, besides Sam, that means anything to me." he smirked, " And that's only cause Sam's my brother."
"Doesn't fix everything." I said.
"Doesn't have to. You wanna talk, we can talk. We can do what you want." Dean said.
I nodded and looked to Sam, " Right." I said, " That's just it, Dean. I'm tired of talking because you really don't listen."
"IS that what you think?" Dean asked.
"It's more of what I know." I frowned.
"I love you and I do remember...things. I listen. And I love you." Dean smirked.
"Really? Dean, what have I been saying?" I asked.
Dean looked confused, " That I'm wrong. That I've done wrong and that you've put up with everything I've done...and, did I mention that I love you." he added.
"This thing scares me." I said quietly.
"US?" he asked.
"Yeah. And we're headed for something that could kill us." I frowned, " I have a bad feeling about this whole roadtrip thing. I saw...Sam is going to die."
"Never." Dean said angrily.
"And I won't be there." I frowned.
"Does that mean..." Dean asked.
"That means...It's what I saw." I said, huggin him, " I wanna be there."