Secrets Will Kill You

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I’ve never been the type to really get attached to anybody…especially a boyfriend. Growing up, my dad taught me it was important to separate pleasure and business. I’ve kept a rare few close to me…it was my family and Brit’s. Then, I had those few allies. I’ve had boyfriends before…it’s not like I’m prude or something but they always seemed to be too clingy or douche bags. I never allowed myself to get too close. I never felt the way I do when I’m with Dean. He really is like my other half…and he was going to Hell. Sure, I put up with some of his jokes about it and I even joke about it sometimes too and we agreed to try and not get too serious with each other…but I’m already in deep. Why should we get more serious when he’ll just be gone in a year…it would just mean more pain for both of us while he’s still here and after he’s gone.

I don’t trust easily…I don’t let people in easily…but I let these boys in…I trust them with my life…and I trust Dean with myself…now…he’s going to be gone…and who knows what things will be like after the fact. I’m going to break…become weak…it wont be pretty. My insides ach just at the thought of losing him. I loved him. I really did. I knew I did. But how could I tell him that if we said we wouldn’t become a serious relationship? Saying I love you would be considered a serious relationship don’t ya think?

Our last case was not one I enjoyed. Kids were being kidnapped and being replaced with ones that were just crazy. I couldn’t like the idea of something taking advantage of kids’ innocence. They were so helpless in the world, it wasn’t right. I was pissed. But, the part that that made me more pissed was that there was this one kid who belonged to one of Dean‘s ex girlfriends…and the kid looked exactly like Dean. It definitely had me nervous…and it had me thinking. I think I was more upset and jealous than pissed. Dean had other girlfriends before me, things happen. I was never the jealous type though…and that scared me. In the end, though, it turned out the kid was some biker guys son…and then I felt relief. But, the whole time we were working on this case, I barely talked to Dean. He tried to get me to talk to him…but it was hard…I got over it though…or, at least, I told him I got over it.

Today Dean and Sam just told us to follow them and we did…to some kind of storage factory place. I wasn’t sure why but they said it was pretty important. We got in the elevator and started heading down. Dean snorted a little, shaking his head, looking down at his feet.

“You wanna share what you’re laughing at now?” I questioned.

“Nothing…just my dad…”

“What about him?” Sam asked.

“You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man"

“Well, we're about to learn something” Sam stated and Brit nodded in agreement.

We came to a stop and stepped out of the elevator. We followed the boys to a unit and Dean began to twist the key in the lock. As he did so…I could smell iron…it was faint…but it was still there. He swung the sliding metal door up and as the boys turned on their flashlights we saw bloody footprints and a protective circle on the floor, obviously to keep demons out. But, whoever did try to get in, didn’t get away too easily clearly. Dean held up a tripwire which was attached to a shotgun that was hidden in some kind of animal skull.

“There are two sets of boot treads here” Brit noted.

“A two-man job” I assumed, nodding my head.

We pushed further inside, just looking around the dusty unit. Brit was at my side and wiped some dust off of something that was in a box. She held it up. It was a trophy. “No way! That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this” Sam said excitedly as Brit handed it off to him.

“Yeah...about the closest you ever came to being a boy…” Dean said.

"Cute” I heard Brit smile at Sam.

“Oh, wow!”

I looked at Dean again as I saw him grin and pull out something from the box as well. “It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. 6th Grade” he said, proudly and I couldn’t help but smile at him as he pumped the lame shotgun he made. Yea, it was impressive…and definitely cute…but it was a toy shotgun…and I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He glared at me, as if reading my thoughts. It was all kind of depressing actually. I was able to join some sport teams…Brit and I both were. We were even cheerleaders for a year. We had trophy’s…medals…tons of them. But, not anymore. They all got lost or melted in the fire…

“Hey guys, check this out.” Sam said and we all got over to him to see him analyzing some boxes on a shelf with weird ass symbols and carvings.

“See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes”

“Curse boxes? They're supposed to keep the evil mojo in right, almost like Pandora’s Box?” I asked.

“Yeah, yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object”

“Well Dad's journal didn't mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes, he never did say where they ended up” Dean said.

“No, then this must be his toxic waste dump”

“Guys, one box is missing…” Brit stated. “Great” Sam complained.

“Well maybe they didn't open it” Dean said, hopefully. We all just stared at him. Then I rolled my eyes as we just left.

~

We went to the security room and got the license plate of the two thieves, after some research, we tracked the two fools down and found their apartment. I’ll admit it…our boyfriends were pretty smart when they wanted to be…but for the most part. We all walked in and walked up two flights of stairs and walked down a hallway to a door. We had our guns drawn and then Dean swung the door open.

“Freeze! Nobody move!” he yelled. “Stop right there!” Sam added.

I saw two guys shoot up from their seats. One of them had a nice, red stain where his shoulder had been shot and looked like a complete idiot and a douche…the other just looked like a douche. Then, I eyed a weird-looking box that was sitting on a coffee table. It looked like the others at the storage…and it was open.

“Dean” I said. He looked at me and then at where my eyes were. “You didn’t” he said in disbelief. “Oh, but they did” Brit said. “You opened the box?!” Sam snapped at them.

Dean shoved one of them up against the wall as we kept our guns on both idiots. He was more concerned if were cops…but then Dean ignored him and demanded to know what was in the box. The idiot glanced over at the coffee table at something…and it looked like a rabbit’s foot…and then the next thing that happened? I couldn’t even comprehend anything. It was all a blur. The idiot knocked Dean’s gun out of his hand and when it hit the floor, it fired and I followed the bullet with my eyes as it ricocheted off the radiator and flew passed my face, hitting Sam’s gun, causing him to drop it. The same bullet ricocheted again and I saw where it was heading. I pulled Brit out of the way as the bullet smashed into the lamp, breaking it into some pieces.

Brit and I exchanged looked and then idiot number two went after Sam’s gun at the same time Sam did. There were two fights going on in front of us and I was not a part of it. As idiot number two started to throw his punches into Sam’s face, that was when Brit stepped in. She pounced onto the idiots back and started doing some crazy tricks to get him off Sam. Then, I realized I should help Dean but I was too dumbfounded by all of this. I saw idiot number one knocked Dean to the floor and then he went for Dean’s gun. Dean started to rise to his feet at the same time the idiot began to raise the gun to shoot at Sam and Brit and so he hit Dean in the face again…accidentally. “Oh come on” I muttered and took a step forward to go help him. But, I stepped on a cassette tape and went sliding and then fell face first. I groaned. I turned onto my back and held my nose in pain.

I saw idiot number two throw Brit off him but then Sam grabbed the rabbit’s foot and kicked the idiot into the back corner. Dean crawled over to me and then helped me up as Sam helped Brit up. “I got it!” he cheered.

“No you don’t” said the idiot that was beating the crap out of Dean.

He held a gun up to Sam’s face and pulled the trigger. I cringed at the sound as I gritted my teeth…but the gun jammed. As he started to panic, Dean and I both lunged at him to try and stop him from getting it un-jammed. He was surprised and threw himself backward, falling over the back of the couch and onto the floor…the idiot knocked himself out. How that gun got jammed was just unbelievable. Then all of a sudden, the idiot went to get up and point a gun at Sam as my eyes widened again. But the dude moved just an inch and then the bookshelf above him came down, collapsing on him and he fell to the ground, being out cold. The gun flew out of his hand and Sam caught it in his own. We all looked at him in astonishment.

“That was a lucky break!” Dean grinned.

“Is that a rabbit's foot?” Brit questioned. He held it up.

“I think it is”

“Huh” Dean grunted.

Then they were silent. I stared at all of them. “What the hell just happened?!” I exclaimed. Everything that just happened was too weird…even for me.

~~

We got to a parking lot of some restaurant and Dean ran into a little Deli across the street. As Brit and I both sat on the hood of my truck, Sam stood on the ground, leaning against the front while holding John’s journal. “What’s taking him so long?” Brit complained.

“Well…Sam now has the luck of a rabbit’s foot…ten bucks says he comes out with a bag full of scratch cards and asks Sam to scratch them so he can win some money” I smirked, holding my hand out to her.

“Deal” she nodded, shaking my hand.

Then, as if on cue, Dean came out of the deli and headed over to us. “I’m not finding anything on it in dad’s journal” Sam informed him.

But, then Dean held up a brown paper bag and pulled out several scratch cards. “I win. Pay up” I smirked.

She sighed, handing me a ten dollar bill. “I’ll never know how you just did that…” she muttered as I put the money in my back pocket.

“Well it helps if I’m the one that suggested he should take advantage of Sam’s luck” I chuckled, hopping off the truck and down to the boys.

“What?” her jaw dropped as she jumped down too. “Nice one” she commented and we bumped fists. “I know right” I grinned.

“Mel, really?” Sam gave me a look. “What?” I said innocently.

“Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam so that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!” Dean cheered, shoving a scratch card in his hand.

“It’s only a little scratch card Sammy” I patted his back, handing him a coin. “Guys, it's gotta be cursed somehow, otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up” he said, scratching the card.

Then, he handed it back to Dean and I got close to him to look at it myself. “1200...” he started as he grinned.

“Sam, you just won 1200 dollars” I said, grinning as well. Dean laughed. “I don't know man, doesn't seem that cursed to me!” he hollered. Then, he handed Sam another one.

Once Sam was done, Dean laid out the six scratch cards on the hood of the Impala and he got me and Brit to do the calculations of the winnings. It was a lot of money. Brit and I grinned at each other.

“Well?” Dean asked, excitedly. “Dude, we’re up fifteen grand” Brit said and I nodded. “Oh man” he laughed.

We looked over at Sam as he was on the phone with Bobby and he bent down and picked up a gold watch. He turned to show it to us. Dean mouthed out ‘awesome’. Then, I saw him cringe slightly as I heard Bobby yell at him. The words sounded muffled to me but it was because I wasn’t focusing on his words, I was focusing on the money we had in our hands. Once Sam got off the phone, he came over to all of us.

“Dude, we’re up fifteen grand!” Dean repeated what Brit had said.

I laughed a little. It was really nice to see Dean smile. I loved it when he grinned, smiled, smirked, laughed…it made me do the same…even when I was mad or annoyed at him…and I’ll tell you that most of the time? I mean, that was most of the time.

We walked into the restaurant and Sam just informed us on what Bobby told him. He said that it was locked away because yea, it brings you insanely coincidental, miracle-working luck but once you lose it, you’re dead within a week…and everyone loses it.

“Don't worry, Bobby will find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man” Dean said and I’ll admit, that idea spiked up my interest.

Going to Vegas and having Sam win a little money for all of us? It wasn’t that bad of an idea… “Look, we’ll just lay low for a little bit okay?” Brit suggested, giving Sam her compassionate, hopeful look that they shared.

“At least until Bobby calls back” Sam agreed, nodding. Then, the four of us walked up to the counter. “Hi uh, table for four please” Sam requested.

“Congratulations!” the man behind the register shouted, startling me.

He seemed to be the manager. Then, an alarm started to go off. “You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!” the manager yelled.

Then all of a sudden, there was singing, people taking pictures and balloons and streamers started to fall from the ceiling. I was nudged into Dean and I glared up at whoever pushed me but all of these people were just so friggin jolly and happy. Dean was just ecstatic…he would be.

We made it to our table though, once the commotion died down. We got some food but then Dean got a big bowl of ice cream that was on the house. Brit and Sam were doing their nerdy thing by researching some stuff on Sam’s laptop…but whatever made them happy I guess.

“Bobby's right. It's lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the thirteenth” Sam stated.

“I say from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's” Dean said instead.

I grabbed a spoon and went to take some from the bowl but Dean went to pretend and bite my hand. I scoffed, taking my hand back quickly. Ya never know with him, he probably would’ve really bit me. Then, he made this face and groaned in pain. He got brain freeze. Sam laughed as Brit snickered.

“Serves you right for not sharing” I said, sliding the bowl over my way and I started eating some of it.

Then, a waitress with short black hair came over to us with a pot of coffee. “Can I freshen you up?” she asked, looking directly at Sam. “Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks” he replied.

She went to pour some into the cup and I started to smirk as I watched Brit. Lets just say green was never her color. But, then she took all of us by surprise when she spilt some coffee over the table. “Oh!”

“Oh, uhh” Sam stammered as some almost got on him and we all went quickly, grabbing napkins. “Let me mop up here” she said as she wiped down the table with her towel. “No, no don't worry it's okay. It's okay. I got it, uh…”

“It's no trouble, really….sorry about that”

“It's alright” she said, giving Sam a flirty smile and then started walking away.

She gave a last look over her shoulder, smiling. I saw Sam and Dean, both, watching her go and then Brit and I both smacked their arms. They just laughed at us.

Then, Sam went to take a sip of his coffee but he knocked the cup over on himself and all over the table. He jumped up, out of his seat, spun around and crashed into a waiter and we just watched as food on plates went flying and the waiter fell to the ground. Brit, Dean and I didn’t speak a word, we just stared in shock.

“Sorry!” Sam said quickly to the waiter and then looked at us.

“How was that good?” Dean asked.

“Sam?” Brit said in a warning tone.

His eyes went wide, reading her mind and started to search his pockets but came out with nothing. The rabbit’s foot was gone. “Son of a bitch!” Dean grunted.

The four of us rushed out of the restaurant and headed toward the parking lot…but we stopped suddenly because of a loud skid, followed by a thump. Brit, Dean and I turned to see Sam flat on his face on the ground. Brit jumped to his side and helped him up.

“Wow, you suck!” Dean commented, helping him up as well.

“Ow…” was all Sam said.

My head fell as my eyes landed on his knees. His jeans were now split open on both sides and his knees were red and bleeding. “So now your luck just turns bad?” I asked.

This wasn’t good. “I guess” he said, looking down at his raw knees. He shuddered a little. “I wonder how bad” Dean inquired. We were all wondering the same thing.