A Tale of two Hunters (3/21)
Title: A Tale of two hunters (3/21)- Children SHouldn't play with dead things
Authors: loverstar and sazzy_angel
Pairing: Sam/Dean, and OC/Dean
Rating: R
Word count: 4000 and some.
Summary: AU. Dean is Ellen Harvelle's oldest son. Last year on one of his first ever hunts Dean met Sam Winchester. Hiding the fact that he is hunting with a Winchester from his mother. After the death of Sam's father and a strange phone call from Dean's mother to John about the demon. Sam is falling into some sort of depression. Dean is unsure of what to do. He feels like he is losing his Sam.I suck at summaries
Disclaimer: I don't own anything because i am poor and..... well i don't believe in slavery
Notes/Warnings: This is an Au so all the rules are kind of out the window. It goes about the same plot as season 2. Most things in Season 1 happened. Also..... there is the fact that it is set in season 2.Ohhh and I made credits for it... which can be found here
Everybody LOves a Clown// BloodLust//
INCUBUS - Drive
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
should be the one behind the wheel.
Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there.
So, if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
Aah-ah-oo-o-o.
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when
I drive myself my light is found.
Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeahhh
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there...I'll be there.
Would you choose water over wine...hold the wheel and drive?
Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there.
Do do do do do do do do do do do
ohh wa oh, do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do
ohh wa oh
The road was quiet, and neither of them spoke as Sam drove the Impala. However there was a huge smile on Sam’s face as the light came in the windows. Dean happened to be biting his nails at this point. Not that he had much of his nails to bite. Sam turned to him with a frown. Having to wonder why he was being so quiet at the moment.
“So where did you say this hunt was again?”
Sam happened to be beaming with excitement. That much was obvious to Dean. Sam had been itchy for a hunt. He had been more passionate about hunting than he had been about Dean of late. He swallowed the quilt and the jealousy in the pit of his stomach, putting it far away from anything that would hurt him right now.
“Not too far, just outside of Lawrence….” Dean said as he inwardly prayed.
Not that Dean had ever really been the praying type. Dean looked away as they pulled up past the cemetery. He pointed to it for Sam to drive in. he instantly saw the smile fade from his face. The car was pulled to a stop. Dean cautiously looked over to Sam. Sam’s hands were turning white as he held onto the wheel. Dean gave a small smile to try and lighten the mood. But that didn’t seem to help as Sam just glared in front. Dean tried not to make any sudden movements. He slowly licked his lips and let out a breath. However that happened to be enough for Sam.
“There is no hunt is there...”
It wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement. By the lack of words that came from Dean. Sam knew he had been tricked to come here. Sam started to engine back up.
“Sam stop it… you have a job to do. You need to do this.” Dean looked to Sam as he turned in his seat knowing that Sam needed this. It was kind of like a closure. It was a way for them to be together.
“It is stupid Dean.” His jaw was set as he said this. He could feel himself going red with angry. He was hot and going to hit Dean for doing this. He had tricked him. “How dare you lie to me Dean?”
Dean just shook his head at the comment. It was then that Sam started to pull out like he was leaving. Dean wasn’t going to have any of that. He opened to door of the car while it was moving. Sam stopped instantly.
“What the hell are you doing you Freak?” Sam shouted at Dean. He turned the car off. It was then that Dean walked out of the car slamming the door. Sam followed in turn soon after.
Sam soon caught up to Dean. Dean had much shorter legs which helped him catch him. He turned him around to face him. He was angry that Dean was trying to kill himself. And the fact that he had brought him here. Dean moved his hand to under Sam’s shirt and brought out the dog tags that happened to belong to John Winchester.
“These belong to your mother. She deserves to have them…”
Dean was cut off by Sam who swiped his hand away. And pulled back from Dean. They had talked about this. And he thought that the topic was over. But Dean happened to think that it was wide open.
“There was no body left after the fire.” Sam snapped because Dean knew this. Dean knew his back story. So why would he do this to him. He felt a little hurt that he would do this to him. It was then that Dean pointed out to where they were. Sam was standing a few feet from the gravestone.
“She has a headstone.” Dean’s voice was small. But Sam could hear it loud and clear.
“Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man I’ve never even met. So you want me to go pay my respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger?” he snapped at Dean before walking away from him. He wasn’t going to stand for this right now. However Dean wasn’t going to give up so easily.
“Sam, that's not the point.” he couldn’t get why Sam didn’t want to do this. He stood there shouting after him. However Sam didn’t seem to be coming back to him. “Sam… Sam. Don’t walk away from me.”
It was then that Sam got to the car. He looked over to Dean. He removed the dog tags from his neck. He walked over to where Dean was. He put it in the outstretched hand. His face was cold to Dean.
“IF your so keen on this happening you can do it.“ He then turned on his heel and walked away.
Dean heard the engine of the Impala go. He didn’t know where Sam was going. But he knew that he was pulling away. That they weren’t the same way they used to be. He looked down to the dog tags in his hand, the ones that belonged to the late John Winchester. He ignored Sam and made his way over to Mary Winchester’s headstone.
Sam was angry that Dean would even think of doing this to him. He was hitting his hands off the wheel. He was imagining hitting Dean, because this was not the best way to go. He could hear himself swearing. However he couldn’t really pick out what he happened to be saying. It was all something of a dream state to him. He was in such another world that he didn’t even notice the cat. He saw it just before he hit it and swerved the car.
He was gasping as the car stopped. He opened his eyes to notice he was alive. He patted his own body to make sure he happened to be alive. He gave a sigh of relief that he seemed to be ok. It was then he got out of the car. He jumped out of it, looking for his prey.
“Come out kitty. I am not going to hurt you.” he said trying to sound calm. However he mumbled under his breathe. “Just going to cut you into a thousand….” He didn’t get to finish what he was saying as he looked over to see a tree. He went closer to it the cat forgotten about. He touched the tree as he tried to work out what was wrong. His eyes fell to the ground to see that there was nothing growing there, everything was all dead. The grass was brown and ugly instead of a beautiful green
“Oh crap” Sam says.
“I think John would have wanted you to have these.”
Dean sat at the headstone. He had already put the dog tags under the ground. He scratched his head, looking around not sure what he was meant to say. It had all made sense in his head. It had seemed right that they belonged together.
“I know you never…. That is a lie you did get to met me. But not under the best way I guess.” he gave a small laugh at that as he started to play with his hands. “We were never really introduced. I’m Dean Harvelle, and I am madly in love with your son.”
He bit his lip because a lot had changed since they had gotten together. He had so much more than he wanted to say to her. However he didn’t get to finish it as he saw Sam coming towards him. His face determined. Dean then looked down to the headstone again. “It was nice to talk to you… and it looks like you son is going to as well.”
He didn’t know how long he was. Dean stood by the car. He was amazed that Sam was freaking about the fact that he had nearly hit the car. But that wasn’t the point right now. As Dean stood with his arms folded as Sam came over. Looking very pleased with himself.
“Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college; funeral was three days ago.”
Sam made his way to the driver seat of the car. Dean just stood there wondering what this had to do with anything. He just waited. Sam frowned at the fact that Dean didn’t seem as happy about this as he was.
“And?”
“And?” He was shocked to hear this from a fellow hunter. A hunter that fought to do this, to hunt. He wasn’t pushed into this like Sam was, this is what Dean wanted. He chose this life because it was what he wanted more than anything. Sam didn’t have that luxury but he wished that back then he was given the choice. “You saw her grave! Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?”
Sam’s jaw was set as he got into the car. He started to engine and Dean quickly followed behind suit. Sam was hoping that Dean would just let it go and trust him. Dean hasn’t trusted him lately and that had hurt him much more than he was letting on.
“Maybe the groundskeeper went a little agro with the pesticide.” Dean shrugged hoping that Sam would just let it go. And that he would see reason.
“No, I asked him, I asked him. No pesticide, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it.”
Dean let out a sigh, giving into what Sam was saying. Seeing what he had in mind. He would give him the benefit of the doubt right now. He wouldn’t push him on it.
“Okay, so what are you thinking?” Dean was looking around as he said this.
“I don’t know. Unholy ground, maybe?” Sam started to drive out of the cemetery. They needed somewhere to set up shop so they can do the research stuff. However Sam could hear the little laugh that came from Dean. Dean was shocked that he would even suggest this.
“Un-” However Sam didn’t want him to ruin this. There were too many questions between them.
“What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?”
“Yeah, b-”
Dean couldn’t seem to get a word in at all as they pulled up onto the main road. There would be no way that they would be visiting by Sam’s old home. That was a place that he didn’t think Sam would ever go again. However it did have some very happy memories for them as a couple. That was when the pain in his chest started to pound.
“Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the, the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough.” Dean just kept nodding and Sam was onto a rant of what it could be. He looked out the window and just enjoyed what he saw. “Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something.”
Dean could tell that Sam wasn’t happy with him. I mean it was kind of ironic that Dean had lied about there being a hunt here, and that there really was one. What was the likely hood of it? However there was of course another explanation.
“It's just... stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?”
“So?”
Sam didn’t seem to get what he was doing. He wanted to help him so much. But he was in so much denial. He turned around so he could get a good look at him. Sam looked terrible. He looked worn out. He knew he would get hit for what he was about to say. But he could try and make Sam see the light on this. Make him see that maybe he was wrong.
“So? Are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?” he looked to him hopefully that, maybe he would listen to him.
Sam turned to him. His face written with confusion. His eyes still watching the road. He didn’t want anything else to hurt his little baby. He had already nearly damaged her today.
“What else would it be about?”
Dean didn’t know if he was just too deep in denial or if he was just doing this to piss him off. He just waved him off. He could pout too when it came down to it.
“You know, just forget it.” Dean folded his arms and just looked out the window.
Sam just shook his head at this. He bit the side of his lip. It was Deans fault he was here. He couldn’t just shut up and do what he said. It was his fault. Dea had lied to him. It wasn’t like Sam wanted to come here.
“You believe what you want, Dean, but I let you drag my ass out here, the least we could do is check this out.”
“Yeah. Fine.” he would let him live this out. He wouldn’t fight. He would let him fail. Then he would be there to build the pieces there. Because that was what he was there for. He was here for Sam.
“Girl's dad works in town; he's a professor at the school.”
Dean rolled his eyes. Its figures
The door opened to the motel room that they were sharing. Dean could think of a lot of stuff to say to Sam. Like that they had no right to bother that grieving father. But he didn’t. he kept his mouth shut, because of the fact that he had bigger problems.
Like the fact that Sam wasn’t itself. Oh but that wasn’t the best problem of them all.
“So I say that whatever it is has something to do with the bones. I mean why else would do that. And also the fact that it was a car accident.”
Dean could feel a headache started to push against his head. This wasn’t going to end well, he thought as he rubbed his head. His eyes watching Sam as he took off his jacket.
Sam headed straight to the lab top. There were papers sitting around the table that they had stolen from the police station about the case.
“Or it could have nothing to do with Angela at all. It could have been something else that happened on the ground at all. So maybe we should look to see if
anyone has gone missing in the area.”
Sam’s concentrated was completely on the laptop and finding information on the area. He didn’t notice that Dean had yet to speak. His fingers just kept typing.
Dean moved to sit on the bed watching Sam.
"Listen Sam, I really don't think there's a hunt here. Maybe it just." He pauses for a moment. "Maybe it's all in your head. Maybe you're just channeling your emotions?" He suggests.
Sam’s jaw tightened, however he kept typing at the keys. On the other hand this time it was harder. And much louder when it came to the keys. This was the only indication Dean had that Sam had even heard what he said.
“Sam?”
“You think I am making this up? You think that I have no clue what I'm doing?"
Sam stood up and moved away from the laptop. He pushed past Dean, he went over to the bag where all the weapons happened to be stored. He then stopped what he was doing wanting to deal with this head on because what Dean said was gnawing at him. He walked right up to him and poked him hard in the chest. "I was learning to hunt while you were still in diapers. So don’t tell me…..” He started to wave his hands about.
“You have no clue what is in my head.” So it wasn’t the best defense he knew this. But it hurt that Dean was questioning him right now. They were meant to be a team.
Dean got up from where he was sitting. Having enough of being poked at and insulted. Sam knew his background. He knew his life. He hadn’t kept anything from him. It was then that his eyes finally looked around the motel room. He hadn’t been there to get the room. He had been getting food for them and sorting stuff out while Sam got the room. Then when they had come in he had been too interested in how Sam was doing to notice that there was two separate beds in the room. It could just be as a cover, or the fact that they only had singles left.
However the vacancy sign didn’t help that matter much at all. This just proved how detected Sam was from him. There seemed to be only room for hunting in Sam’s life. There didn’t seem to be any room for Dean.
"Hey I wasn't allowed to hunt, but that doesn't mean I'm inexperienced! I got Ash to help me look up all the demon info he could find. I've practiced a lot, and you know that I have skill." Dean shouts. "So don't you dare tell me I don't know what going on!" The his tone gets softer. "It's just lately you don't talk to me, shit Sam I get more attention from men in bars and Ash then I do you!" Dean informs harshly.
Sam couldn’t contain the laugh, because of the fact that Dean thought he was good at hunting. Sam went back to poking his chest trying to make his point.
"The only reason you are still alive is because I have saved your butt so many times. I don't know how you
handled your first hunt without me." He was angry that
he was dare thing that he didn't know what to do. So
he was taking it out on him will he could. "And for
the record you get attention from guys at bars because
you shake your ass, wanting and purposely trying to
make me bloody well jealous."
"That's a laugh Sam." Dean says choking on laughter.
"You get jealous so easily I don't even have to try."
Dean reminds him. Sam's temper was really bad and
uncontrollable. He didn‘t know when he was going to
flare up. He was so unpredictable. "You know I have
plenty of guys willing to be with me, boyfriend or
not! But you know what I'm still with your sorry
ass!!" Dean yells accusingly. "Oh and don't feed be
that bullshit about me not being a good hunter. If it
wasn't for me you would have had your ass handed to
you by the demon of the week. And I'm the one who's
book smart." He states knowingly. “You couldn't even
read a whole textbook." Dean jokes.
He could feel himself boiling inside. Dean was driving
him sane. He was going to hit him with something. He
was scared of whatever the hell he was himself. That
he was one of the bad guys. But he didn’t like what he
was becoming. But he couldn’t stop it. He felt alive,
he could get away from everything. He didn’t mean to
push Dean away but he couldn’t help it.
"Fine then go be with one of those guys I don't care."
He shouted to him before he grabbed his jacket. He had
hurt his pride, And the fact that this was one of the
things he had been doing his whole life. His dad had
taught him how to do this. And he was doing it right no matter what Dean says. "I am going for a drink
before I say something that I will regret. Don't
expect me back anytime soon." with that he walked out
the door slamming it as he left.
Dean shivered as the door slammed. He didn’t know if
he should go after him or not. He was losing him
a little more each day. Ever since John died, Sam was
becoming lost in the grief, that he hadn’t been
dealing with. He heard the Impala roar to life. He
slowly went over to the window and watched as the
lights blinded him then disappeared into the night.
Sam needed to distract himself. He wasn’t going to go
back tonight. That much was evident. He was reading
over the case. He had walked back, not sure if he was
coming back to say sorry to Dean or just to do
something. I don’t have anything to be sorry about.
There is a case here. Dean is just being plain stupid.
He doesn’t know how to hunt. He doesn’t know anything.
Can’t even suck cock right. Dean hadn’t been there
when he got back. He wasn’t sure where he was. He
pretended he didn’t care. That was why he had gone
through a few beers. He knew he was being mean and
unreasonable to Dean. But he knew what his job and
calling was. And this was it. He was the last of the
Winchester’s. his father was an only child. He was all
that was left of the John Winchester legacy. He owed
his father that much.
Sam’s eyes stayed focused on the address of the girls
house. She didn’t live with her parents. He couldn’t
find anything in the area that was strange or
supernatural. He wouldn’t even dream of letting Dean
be right. He could smell that this was a hunt. He
quickly finished off his beer and grabbed his stuff
making his way out to the car.
“I need to do a little PI work.” he chuckled at that.
But there wasn’t really a smile on his face as he
walked out to the car.
The lock wasn’t that hard to pick and he didn’t really
mind the distraction. It helped that it was nearly
sunrise. And he was just looking around because the
house should be empty. The door opened, he looked to
the side. The house didn’t look to bad.
“Must pay to be the daughter of a professor.”
He started to look around. The house was nice. He
hadn’t been there too long. He had just been packing
stuff away so that he could look at it later. He had
begun raiding the fridge to see if there was anything
that was left. When he noticed that the fridge was
packed. He frowned. The front door opened. Sam’s eyes
went wide. He slowly and quietly moved behind the door
to the kitchen. He could hear whimpering coming from
the house guest. It didn’t sound like a man’s foot
steps. There were too light, so there was no chance it
could be Dean.
He moved out from his hiding area. It was about half 7
in the morning. Not too bad on the scale of things.
“Hello….” he then saw her. It seemed to be a college
girl. She looked to be going into a room that he
hadn’t had the privilege of going into yet.
The girl jumped and turned around. She grabbed a lamp
and pointed it at Sam. “Get out… or I will call the
cops.” Her tears where still falling.
Sam’s hands went up in surrendering. He didn’t need to
be hit with something. That wasn’t on the main game
plan that he had. “Hey calm…. Calm down. I’m Angela’s
cousin… I just came to pick up some stuff” he gave a
small smile. His hands still up waiting to see if she
happened to buy it or not. She seemed to and slowly
put the lamp down. “I didn’t think anyone was here so
I used the keys Angela’s father had given me.” he
brought out the keys that he had stolen from her room.
It was a cover.
“Sorry…” The girl seemed to relax a little and put the lamp down.
“I know the death must have been hard on you…. Living with her… and being so close to her.” He put his hand on her shoulder. He had always been good at acting. Being all caring and sweet. He didn’t have those puppy dog eyes that everyone loved. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t have a mean bite when it came down to it.
“It isn’t just that…” She couldn’t hold anymore as she
burst out crying. “I was just…. At the morgue…. It turns out Angela’s boyfriend killed himself.” Sam’s eyes widened. However he could feel his insides jumping. He had something more to go on. He was getting warmer. Meaning that he was right and Dean was wrong. There was nothing more than he loved to prove Dean wrong.
“What happened? I am so sorry.” He led her over to the couch and listen eagerly at the sad story. That would add to his investigation.
Dean didn't know why he was in the bar. Actually he did. he was pissed off that Sam was the way he was. Sam had no emotions and just left him. He shouldn't have been too surprised. The fact that he wished that this wasn't the truth but it was. They were ending. Sam was pushing him away. That was why he was at a bar drinking. He didn't bother to look for Sam. He had started to, but then gave up not knowing why he was still here. Maybe it was the fact that he was using Sam's money. It would piss Sam off. 'But it serves him right anyway.'
"Can I sit here?"
Dean wasn't really focusing on the voice. He was too involved on the beer that he had. Dean nodded as he took more of his beer. The man sat beside Dean before ordering a beer for himself. Dean turned slowly not looking at the figures face. However he saw the wrist.
"Whoa I have a bracelet just..."
"That’s because I gave it to you." Dean slowly looked up and he saw the one person who he didn't expect to see here.
Dean remembered that night, prom night when he was a curious teenager who had a date with a boy. And of course like many other teenagers he lost his virginity on prom night.
Dean recognized the man as Oliver Kane, one of the best werewolf hunters and also his ex-boyfriend.
Dean glanced back down at his beer as if it was the cause of his problems, but he knows it didn’t bring Oliver here.
Dean never imagined seeing Oliver again because that ship, their relationship, had definitely sailed a long time ago when he broke it off. The truth was Dean was grateful that the man next to him taught Dean what he knew about hunting. He was with until he was twenty when he finally decided to hunt by himself. He met Sam about a year later.
“It’s been a long time Ollie.” Dean slurs as he gulped down more of his beer.
The door to the hotel room wasn't too bad. Oliver had just gotten it for the night because he was leaving town the next day. he hadn't pushed Dean too much. However Dean was drunk off his ass. As soon as the door was opened. Dean's shirt was off to the side.
Dean was standing on his tip toes as he kissed Oliver.
His hands playing with the hair on the back on Dean's neck. Oliver moaned as Dean pulled him closer to the bed.
Dean broke the kiss. Oliver's eyes were closed and he whimpered at the lack of kissing going on between the two. He looked at Dean. Something was different, a hardness. He wasn't the same person. Dean's hands went to Oliver's pants and started to unbutton them before they ended up in a pile on the floor as well.
Dean had a seductive smile on his face as he fell onto the bed pulling Oliver on top of him. Oliver pulled back and looked over Dean's body before starting to remove his pants.
"You haven't changed much have you." Dean giggles at this, it was no manly giggle but a drunken giggle.
"Just shut up and kiss me." he pulled Oliver by the head into a kiss.
Sam walked into the room. He looked toward Dean's. He stood there just watching him, waiting for any sudden movements. He wasn't sure what to expect but he would expect the worst. They hadn't ended on the best terms but that was still alright because they used to be a team. Well they used to be until Dean started to doubt him.
Dean was still a little drunk and his clothes were all wrinkled. The worst part though, is that Oliver let him wear his jacket because Dean had felt cold. There it was sitting on Sam's bed smiling at Dean. He couldn't very well move it yet because Sam would see. And that would not be a good thing. He of course had forgotten about it till Sam walked into the room. He could vaguely hear the people on the screen moaning. Then he remember he was watching porn, which was embarrassing enough.
"Awkward."
He had been talking about the tension between them, however Dean quickly turned the TV off and looked at him like butter won't melt in his mouth, but Sam knew better. He knew where that mouth had been.
"Where have you been?"
Sam raised his eye brows and looked Dean over. He didn't look like he had slept well. And it seemed that
Dean had been watching porn. he shivered and went over putting his jacket at the side.
"Oh I was just working on my imaginary case." His back still to Dean he didn't look at him. He was playing with his coat.
"Yeah, and what did you find?" Dean asks annoyed with his boyfriend's sarcasm.
Dean quickly while Sam was distracted went over and tried to move the coat. On the other hand Sam decided that moment to turn around. Dean looked up to him like a Deer caught in the headlights.
"Go ahead, tell me." Dean said hoping to distract Sam from noticing that the jacket belonged to neither one of them.
"Oh nothing much... “He was going to go on about what he had found then he noticed Dean. he had a new jacket. "I have never seen that before." He frowned and looked at him. He had been in a semi good mood at being able to prove Dean that he was right. Now he wasn't too sure.
Dean knew Sam could tell when he was lying because it was painfully obvious. At times it wasn't so bad but Sam could see through him and he didn't know what to do. So he decided maybe the truth wouldn't kill him.
"Well, I'm hung-over," Dean says. His head did hurt when he woke up and his body hurt. "Um well last night I saw someone and well I'm not too sure what went-"
Dean didn’t go any further he didn't want to have to deal with Sam's reaction because that wouldn't be something too nice to deal with.
Sam looked at Dean. He could feel his pulse racing, something was going on. His jaw tightened as his nostrils flared up.
"Well if it helps I knew him, from back then. He was this guy I met." Dean was trying to explain not sure how much help it would do him in the long run.
"A guy?"
Sam didn't know how to handle the situation. So he took a deep breath before throwing how own jacket to the other side of the room. If he focused on work everything would be better, so Sam was going to get back to the case. "Angela’s boyfriend killed herself last night... Turns out he was seeing her before he died." he was still angry with him but they had a job to do. he was able to keep his voice calm and not hit Dean.
"Wow, then I guess there really is a hunt." Dean says sitting down on the bed. "And I thought you were just being a lunatic." Dean laughs trying to calm the tension building between them. "So it was your hunter senses." Dean wanted desperately to change the subject but Sam was probably going to blow up in his face anyways
"SO the way that it sounds, like we need more information on this case." His eyes kept falling onto the jacket. He then pulled out a pink book. "I have her best friend. So maybe we can see if she is haunting anyone else." he smirked at the diary, trying to avoid looking at the jacket. Sam then started to flick through the book. Anything just so that he didn't have to look at the jacket that didn't look anything like Dean's style.
"God you stole her diary?” He had to laugh at Sam. He was so weird some time, and had no respect for other people.
There was a weird tension between them as Sam flipped through the diary. Just ignoring Dean and the fact he was there. And that was eating at Dean. That Sam was avoiding this.
"Sam I wish I could tell you I didn't do anything." Dean sighs as he sees Sam glaring at the diary he had.
"But the truth is I'm not so sure...” Dean glances back at Sam. Dean knew Sam probably was pissed at him already and he wasn't sure what else to do at the moment.
He put his hand up and went back to ignoring him because the fact was that it hurt that Dean wasn't sure if he cheated on him or not. He didn't want to hear excuses or anything like. That it hurt and stung like nothing he had ever felt before. He put up a wall, not wanting to ever let dean again. He looked up and threw the diary at Dean. "I know where we have to go next." Sam then stood up and grabbed stuff.
Part 2