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Day 4 Books (13 Days of Halloween)

There are so many books perfect for reading in the fall. Many people read with Halloween in mind at this time of year and I happen to be one of them from about July through mid November. At this time of year, we gravitate towards Stephen King and now Joe Hill or the latest big name. Sometimes we forget about the classics that started it all or we don’t think to look in our own backyard for new favorites.

Today I’m going to share a list of 13 of my favorite spooky classics mixed in with brand new hits on my to read list. And as a bonus, I’m including a list of Rhode Island authors of Supernatural fiction, Mysteries, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Horror, Thriller, and more to keep you enthralled as we get closer to Halloween.

Let’s check them out!

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

For those who know me well, they know the special love I have for The haunting of Hill House. Last year I even got the crazy opportunity to direct the play at the Rhode Island Stage Ensemble because they knew of my crazy obsession. I might talk about this book too much. That being said, I will keep it brief today. Read it! Go! No, you have not experienced it through Netflix or even the play. They’re wonderful, amazing interpretations, but they are very different.

To truly know Hill House and the people staying there to study it, you need to read this book and get trapped in the mind of its not quite reliable narrator.

The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

Speaking of Netflix, on this list is another psychological haunted house thriller that has just been made into a streaming hit in The Haunting of Bly Manor.

The Turn of the Screw is a short but not so sweet story with an atmosphere of slowly growing tension. This is a great quick read for a rainy day home alone to get your nerves just the right amount of frayed for when the trick or treaters start knocking.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Another classic is the travelogue Dracula! With any other title, people would question how a travel journal could be scary, but Dracula needs no introduction. If anything, time and popular culture has added so much to this story that when we go back and look at the original tale we are terrified all over again by the simplicity of atmosphere and characterization over props, costumes, and all the other added layers.

There’s a scary bit of truth to this tale as well, one that even connects back to Rhode Island! Did you know that Bram Stoker was inspired by the story of Mercy Brown? Yes, news of her tragedy and horrific exhumation made it all the way to London! Stay tuned this week for our 13 Haunted RI Tales for more on Mercy.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

While we’re in the Victorian Era and talking about classic monsters, we can’t forget about Frankenstein’s monster! This is another one that’s been taken apart and put back together by so many different writers, directors, and actors that we forget how terrifying the original is.

What really makes this story stand the test of time even past the language changes that can make other stories written in the same period slog along, is Shelley’s understanding of human nature.

We all question the meaning of life and death and Frankenstein has a way of helping our imagination come up with the most terrifying answers.

Edgar Allan Poe

How could we discuss Horror classics without the twisted tales of Edgar Allan Poe? I can’t even pick a single story to discuss for this list, just trust me and get a collection of his stories if you don’t already own one. You won’t be disappointed.

Haunted houses? Evil animals? Disease? Death? Human Nature? Poe has covered all of the best horror tropes and even invented a few himself. If I had to choose a favorite to start with… one that sticks with me and makes me shudder to even think about is The Lighthouse. It’s the rats. They get me everytime and unlike the suspense they bring in The Pit and the Pendulum, the rats in The Lighthouse just bring terror and an overall sense of disgust. Happy reading!

His Hideous Heart Edited by Dahlia Adler

While we’re on the subject of the laste, great E.A.P. I bring you a fairly recent edition to his fandom.

His Hideous Heart is an anthology put together by 13 well known YA authors for a new, contemporary audience. Edgar Allan Poe may be gone, but his works and their themes have stayed with us and in our classrooms with a love their surprising and unsettling nature.

Contributors include Dahlia Adler (reimagining “Ligeia”), Kendare Blake (“Metzengerstein”), Rin Chupeco (“The Murders in the Rue Morgue”), Lamar Giles (“The Oval Portrait”), Tessa Gratton (“Annabel Lee”), Tiffany D. Jackson (“The Cask of Amontillado”), Stephanie Kuehn (“The Tell-Tale Heart”), Emily Lloyd-Jones (“The Purloined Letter”), amanda lovelace (“The Raven”), Hillary Monahan (“The Masque of the Red Death”), Marieke Nijkamp (“Hop-Frog”), Caleb Roehrig (“The Pit and the Pendulum”), and Fran Wilde (“The Fall of the House of Usher”).

Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury

Continuing to move forward in time, I find myself thinking of Ray Bradbury. Bradbury has a wonderful way of slowly seeping discontent into the reader but with Something Wicked he seems to put pedal to the metal.

This is the only book on my list to feature a nightmarish carnival and Bradbury might be why. I somehow walked away without a fear of clowns or carnivals but reading about them… still gives me the heebie jeebies. Now that I think about it, this book might have something to do with why mirrors creep me out too.

Readers be warned. Something Wicked This Way Comes has all the marks of a beautifully written coming of age tale, but the themes stick with you like a shadow well into adulthood.

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

If you haven’t read this book, you have definitely heard of it. That book with the weird typography, with the backwards words and print in the margins and all that weird stuff? Yes, it’s House of Leaves and “all that weird stuff” makes for one exciting and unsettling ride. People I give this book two either firmly LOVE it or HATE it, but I recommend it today because 8 out of 10 are on the love side and passing around their copies to others because it’s hard not too.

As you read, you follow two stories. The main story is about the Navidson family moving into a new home where some very strange things begin to happen. The second story takes place in the footnotes where we follow a man named Johnny as he finds, reads and obsesses over the first story which is referred to in the book as The Navidson Record. Now, I have set out with the mission of not spoiling anything for anyone today, especially since most the books on this list are of the thriller or suspense genre so I will stop here, but know I really, really want to tell you everything that happens and everything I think of it! Go read this crazy work of art and message me. We’ll talk.

Twelve Nights at Rotter House by J.W. Ocker

I said it earlier and I’ll say it again, I have a soft spot for a good haunted house. Now, haunted by people or haunted by spirits… I think both are the best kind. Those who have started reading my series The Monsters Within can probably guess that I love the “Humans are the Monsters” horror trope. And, well, nothing brings out the monsters in humans faster than the particular fear that comes with staying in a haunted house. Or at least, a house perceived to be haunted where your mind can play such glorious tricks on you.

Twelve Nights at Rotter House is admittedly slow to start, but I like and recommend this title because that slow pace is there for a reason. We get comfortable when nothing much is happening, when the pace is slow and friendly. I think it makes everything that comes next that much more exciting. Give it a chance and let me know what you think.

The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher

The Twisted Ones is a delicious cocktail of Suspense, Thriller, Horror fiction, Psychological Fiction, Occult Fiction. It’s everything I wanted M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village to be when the trailers came out back in 2004 and everything it wasn’t for me. Add into it the the main character is cleaning a hoarder’s house in the woods… yeah! Sold, this is creepy and gross and sets off all my alarms, I’m reading it with ALL the lights on.

And somehow, through not being able to put it down and finding myself breathlessly speed reading , I still found time to laugh. There are these little gems in the main character’s personality and the story telling that are so relatable and likeable that it adds an effortless humor on top of the effortless horror. This is the only work I’ve read by this author, but she is absolutely on my follow list and I hope she makes yours as well.

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Some might recognise the name Leigh Bardugo from popular YA fantasies but fear not (or do for that matter) Bardugo can write the hell out of terrifying adult themes. Ninth House is almost impossible to out down in its fast paced, constantly twisting and turning mystery and terrifying ghost story.

[Now, I feel the need to mention before we move on that this is an award winning piece and it is loved by too many to count, BUT if you are on my blog then you may be here because I write about mental health and mental illness and all the emotions dark and light that come with psychology. I try my best to do so in an educated and realistic way that relates back to what I’m going through with good intentions. I try my absolute best to write realistically without including triggers. That being said, as someone who has mental health issues, this story did trigger me. Did I still enjoy the read and do I think you would too, absolutely! I wouldn’t have it on my list otherwise. But if you have anxiety, depression, ptsd, or are overcoming assault you may want to do some further research into the adult topics of this novel before reading. Please feel free to ask questions or leave comments regarding this topic. Thank you.]

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix

Moving into this year’s releases there is the ever popular The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires. This is another one that seamlessly works in some brilliant comedy into the spooky plot.

Some have compared this to Fried Green Tomatoes and Steel Magnolias meet Dracula and I’d just like to throw in Buffy the Vampire Slayer as the cherry on that brilliant summary sundae.

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

I had the pleasure of studying under Emily Danforth while going after my BA in Writing at Rhode Island College. At that point, she had just published The Miseducation of Cameron Post and I was completely enamored. That being said, I have kept up with her writing and oh man am I glad because Plain Bad Heroines was GREAT!

There are so few great additions to their horror genre that I just want to paste gold stars all over this beautifully written, funny, sexy, and utterly disturbing coming of age hit. I hope you love it as much as I did and if you do, be sure to review! This book is brand spanking new and new book sales depend on reviews to help audiences find them. Get out there and post what you liked or even what you didn’t about everything you read. In the end, even negative reviews help new readers find something they will enjoy.

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Christa Carmen

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Rachel Menard

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years

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Operation: Kill Dean

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (no reader/no pairing)

Word Count: 3,087

Warnings: just fluff

Request: If you're taking requests, I'd like to see Dean finally get his five minutes with the clippers with Sam.

Summary: Dean started this prank war, and it will only end with one of the brothers crying... but it isn’t going to be Dean.

Squared Filled: Impala // Creepy clown(s)

Author’s Note: This is for @spndeanbingo and @spnclassicbingo respectively and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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Sam sat down at one of the library tables with his favorite lore book in the entire collection. He was such a stickler for reading and knowledge, that he would re-read books in order to see if he could learn anything new with the same information. He claims it helps keep his brain in check with the same old monsters. Every time a new werewolf, witch, vampire, or anything else comes into town, there is always something special about that particular person. It’s why he loves re-reading books.

He moved a piece of hair away from his eyes before opening the book. He flipped to the first chapter but froze at what was presented before him. Someone, and he knew exactly who, cut out the pages in the book to create a secret compartment. His blood boiled at the thought of his own brother sabotaging something that is so dear to him.

“Dean!!” he yelled as he stood up. As soon as Dean heard his booming voice, he entered the library with a pure and innocent look.

“What’s up?”

“You know what’s up. You did this to my book!” he motioned to the mess.

“I did no such thing!” Dean gasped.

“You’re the only one in this damn bunker. Who did it, Cas?”

“Yeah, it was me,” Dean laughed, not being able to keep up the innocent act much longer.

“Dude! I don’t go messing with your things.”

“Calm down, it’s just a book,” Dean scoffed. He wouldn’t have done it if he knew there wasn’t another copy of the book in the storage room.

“Okay, fine. You want to play this game again? You’re on,” Sam growled as he passed by his brother.

“What does that mean?”

“Just remember you started it!”

“This should be good,” Dean chuckled to himself.

A few days went by without Sam doing anything to his brother which only put Dean more on edge. His brother was like a snake, he could come slithering in at any moment without any warning. He had to be extra careful because he knew that something was coming soon, and the longer time passes, the bigger the prank would be.

Dean and Sam trudged into the kitchen after a long and brutal hunt. The only thing on Dean’s mind was his favorite bottle of whiskey and some leftover pie he saved just for this moment. As soon as he set his stuff down, he grabbed the bottle and the pie before taking a seat at the table. Sam resisted the urge to grin as he grabbed one of his beers. Dean popped the top of his whiskey before drinking it from the tap. He took three big swigs, so he really didn’t taste what Sam did to it before they left. However, as soon as Dean took a bite of his pie, he spit it out onto the table with a look of disgust.

“What the hell is this?” he coughed as he grabbed his bottle and took a swig, however, the same thing happened. Sam busted out laughing, and Dean knew this is what he deserves after messing with Sam’s books.

“Is everything okay?” Sam snickered.

“You did this?”

“Like I said, you started it.”

“Okay, I see how this is going to be. We’re going all out then, huh? Watch your back, Sammy,” Dean growled as he left the mess on the table and grabbed his duffel bag. He marched to his room where he had a secret bottle of whiskey in case anything were to happen to the other one. Sam waited a few moments as he drank his beer before hearing his brother cry out in disappointment and frustration. Even his whiskey in his room was tampered with.

“SAM!”

When Sam got wind of another case a few days later, the brothers headed out on the sixteen-hour drive to where it was supposed to be. Dean was in charge of getting the room while Sam went out and went to the morgue to view the body. With Sam out of the picture, Dean got an idea when he noticed a store across the street. Nothing unusual about it except for the deadass creepy-looking clown doll in the window. Dean’s smirk turned evil as he headed over to the place.

“Dude, call me,” Sam sighed as he walked to the motel room. He had just finished his task, but his brother wasn’t answering the phone. If Dean wasn’t in the room, then he was going to be pissed. He opened the door and looked around for the tall man but found nothing. Instead, he saw a lump beneath the sheets, and Sam got even more pissed at the idea of Dean sleeping on the job. He stormed over to the bed before yanking the sheets off his brother.

“Dude, I have been--holy shit!” Sam yelled when a dark and creepy clown stared at him with a wide smile. Sam swiftly turned around only to be greeted by his brother in the most horrifying clown mask he has ever seen. “Not funny!”

“You should see the look on your face!” Dean laughed as he took off the mask.

“You know, I was going easy on you these past few weeks, but you just crossed the line.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do?” Dean challenged. All Sam could do was smirk.

“I had to call a tow truck because I couldn’t seem to find the problem,” Dean sighed as he walked into the motel room. His car was working just fine, but it was acting up in the morning as he went to go use it to get some coffee that was better than the motels. Sam snickered quietly under his breath as he read his book, but that sound put Dean on edge.

“What the fuck did you do to her?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked with a grin as he made eye contact with him.

“What the fuck did you do to Baby last night!”

“Nothing much just loosened a few things, took some things out. I’m not really sure,” he shrugged.

“You can mess with my beer and my pie, but you don’t fucking mess with Baby!” Dean yelled.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have shoved a fucking clown mask in my face! Or cut out my book!” Sam yelled back, and he pushed a strand of his hair when it flopped in front of his eyes. Dean watched this, and he suddenly got an idea that would piss Sam off so badly that he wouldn’t know what to do to top it.

“Stay the fuck away from her. You’re paying for it,” he glared as he snatched up the money lying on the table. Sam didn’t seem to mind as he stormed out of the room.

Dean made sure to get up in the middle of the night without waking his brother. He knew it wouldn't be a difficult task, especially when he roofied his beer to make him a much heavier sleeper than normal. The prank he was going to pull off required his brother to stay asleep. He got out of bed, gripping the pair of long and strong scissors in his right hand. Dean has been wanting to do this for a very long time, and now that opportunity has arrived.

He leaned over his brother and lifted a chunk of hair. He held his breath as he snipped the piece off, waiting to see if Sam would wake up. When he was in the clear, he set the hair on the nightstand next to him before taking another piece… and another… and another… and another until he took so much off that it would force Sam to get a haircut like his own.

Due to the position Sam was in, he didn’t have a chance to do the back of his hair, but he got enough of it to where Sam would need a haircut to fix what Dean ruined. When he was finished, he took the hair and placed it in a small baggie before getting into bed and closing his eyes.

He slept well that night knowing what he did.

“I’m going to KILL YOU!!” Sam screamed when he saw himself in the bathroom mirror. Dean shot up and out of bed, getting a peek at the murderous look in his brother’s eyes. Without thinking, he raced out of the room before his brother had a chance to even grab at him. Sam chased after him with only one thing in mind:

Kill Dean for ruining his silky locks

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huntertales · 6 years

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Part Two: I Need to Get Something off My Chest. (You Can’t Handle the Truth S06E06)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate a series of suicides and discover the victims were being told brutal truths that drove them crazy. They find out someone is invoking the Goddess of Truth, Veritas, forcing people to be cruelly honest against their will and Dean is the next victim. With his new ability, the reader is forced to tell the truth that might change the dynamics between her and the Winchester brothers for good. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,130.

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Dean was doing exactly what he promised; he was sitting at the table with his laptop wide open. He was doing research...just not the kind you thought he'd be doing after you left after you decided to go help Sam. Surprise, surprise. He tried to wrack his brain for any sort of proper explanation to what the hell was going on here. The sites he pulled up were all about monsters that could mimic another human being. Right down to the exact memory from a random date Dean would sometimes pull out from thin air to see if the man sitting next to him in the passenger side of the Impala was really his flesh and blood.

He could all the tested he wanted, ask Sam all the most random questions about their childhood. And the man would pass it each time. But, still, Dean couldn't shake this eerie feeling that something was off about Sam.

The older Winchester could cross off shapeshifter off his list of suspects after the tests he forced you and Sam repeat the same drill of a pure silver knife across the skin a few hours after he came to terms that the both of you were alive. And a demon was out of the question when Dean doused the both of you in holy water and forced you to walk across a salted doorway. Again, the feeling kept nagging at him, begging for his attention. He kept hope that the Devil himself could be blamed for all this nonsense that was going on. It felt so much easier to shift the blame to him and think his dorky, sensitive little brother was still in there.

It was so much easier to believe that something else was causing Sam to act the polar opposite of what he used to be. And it explained how you and Sam magically got freed from hell. Because whatever came back sure wasn’t how he remembered his little brother, the one who was supposed to have his back.

Dean was scrolling through some information that would have been viable for the case when he was pulled away for a moment from the ringing of his phone. He looked down at the caller I.D. to see that it was your name. Inhaling a deep breath, he hit the send button, answering it like any normal conversation. “Anything from marathon man?”

“Not exactly. He hung himself in his cell before Sam and I could get to him.” You gave him a bit of an unfortunate update on how things were going. It seemed that shoving a drill into his patient's mouth was too much guilt for him to handle. But his victim wasn’t all that innocent. “But he was definitely involved. We just got the scoop from his assistant. Let’s just say the stuff that his patient was confessing to—I’d have done way more than murder him.”

“So, root canal and Russian roulette—both of ‘em, it’s like they were cursed, right?” Dean speculated of what might be going on here. “I mean, people are just compelled to puke the truth all over ‘em?”

“Oh, getting hit with the ugly truth, you go postal? I’d call that a curse.” You muttered underneath your breath, Dean heard you scoffed quietly underneath your breath. “Do me a favor—Sam and I are going to the morgue to check out the body. Do you mind swinging by the dentist’s office see what you see? Pretty please?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Dean agreed with the plan. You thanked him for the extra help and quickly ended the call. He decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get out of the motel room and stretch his legs for an hour. The older Winchester skimmed the final paragraph about doppelgangers before he shut his laptop and pushed himself to his feet, deciding to get on that task before coming straight back to his research. “Only for you, sweetheart.”

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Some people were afraid of planes and clowns, others were terrified of your friendly neighborhood dentist. What started out as a normal root canal turned into a complete bloodbath. Dean stepped inside the examination room to see there was blood...everywhere. On the chair that once laid his patient, on the walls, and on the TV that was still playing the local news. Dean paid attention to the news broadcast for a split second before doing exactly what he was here for, to look for just about anything that would explain why the dentist’s patient, who also happened to be a good friend, would confess about getting the hots for his underage daughter. Dean got creeped out just thinking about it. Sometimes he couldn't feel sorry for the sucker. He got what he deserved.

A quick search of the office made a possible connection come up. It was a strange one, but it was the only one he had going for him. The power of music, bringing people together and learning the harsh truth about what people thought about them and the people they loved. Dean took a trip to “Harry's House of Horns” to have a talk with the owner when the victims had stopped here, making it the only connection he really had to go on. But his trip ended up not being a wasted effort. The owner, Harry, mentioned his rare and one-of a-kind-horn...his missing one, that was. It was a museum artifact that was nearly a thousand years old, maybe more. And it so happened to have went missing two weeks ago, right around the time Jane decided to kill herself after getting the honest truth from big sis.

It took a quick search of biblical horns into the search bar for Dean to come up with a possible theory, Gabriel's horn of truth. His theory about this being the reason why were puking up their own feelings was by how the object look a lot like the one Harry, the shop owner, said was stolen from a few weeks prior to the suicides. Dean headed back to the motel to do some digging to figure out what was going on here. He read up on some information and began to wonder if he was feeling a bit of deja vu from a case he took a few weeks prior. That smug little son of a bitch, Balthazar, was probably having some fun and selling nukes to unsuspecting morons. So, Dean did what any hunter with ties to angels would do, he did his daily prayers, hoping someone was listening.

You could say his prayers were answered. After spending days talking to himself like a moron, the big man himself finally graced Dean with his presence. But it was all for nothing. Cas burst the older Winchester's theory of a possible missing weapon when he scoured the entire earth, in the matter of a single second, only to tell the hunter that wasn't what was happening in this town. While Dean got his angel buddy around for more than three seconds, he tested his luck by pressing Cas about Sam again, hoping his fears were true. But, like what Bobby had suspected, they were nothing more than a paranoid thought of Dean’s. Cas and his siblings would have known if Lucifer decided to skip the cage. It was all about an unhealthy connection these days.

Still, it wasn’t helpful for Dean to stop feeling like a paranoid man. He needed something to explain what was going on with his brother. Dean couldn’t stomach the thought that Sam was going to be like this forever—a reckless idiot who didn’t bat an eye when the people around him were hurt. Or even cared about making moves on the woman Dean still loved when he made a bit of a confession when discussing the possibility Lisa and him were done for good. Maybe Sam always had a little bit of a crush on you. He couldn't blame the man. But even if so, there was a time when Sam understood what boundaries were.

As hunters, three people who spent practically every second on top of one another's, riding around in the same car for hours, there really wasn't such thing as boundaries. But what Dean was talking about had to more about what was right, and what was just plain wrong. There was plenty of times Sam accidentally caught you changing or had to check in injury after a nasty hunt. Both of you acted like brother and sister. He might have laughed if Dean asked him if he happened to think you were good looking. Now, he shrugged his shoulders, leaving it open for interpretation, making Dean wonder what the two of you did behind closed doors.

If Dean had to be completely honest, it bothered the hell out of him to think you and his brother might have gotten closer over the past year. But it came out of the circumstances you put yourself in. You stayed away from him because you thought it was the right thing to do to keep him safe. Dean tried to do the exact same thing with Lisa. Both of you were lost and scared, clinging onto something that made you feel one another safe when you didn't have old habits to fall back on.

Maybe you were truly and completely over him once and for all. And here Dean sat with egg on his face. Only...you kept denying it to him. The man was a lot of things, but he wasn't an idiot.

Like he didn't notice the sneaky behavior between you and Sam. The remarks muttered underneath one’s breath or lingering stares that were on more than just faces. The freaking phone call. The both of you should have known better than to try and play him like a fool. He was the master of sneaking around and hiding secrets behind people's backs. He knew something was going on. The only thing that made Dean mad was the fact that you were treating him like an idiot in this situation.

He would have to be honest with himself here. If all of his thinking had turned out to be true—if you were really in some sort of secretive relationship with Sam—it would feel as if you ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it. And dumped a good amount of salt in his chest cavity for the fun of it. Maybe that was a bit over dramatic. But it was what he felt. Dean knew, in time, that he’d get over it. He tried to be happy that you and his brother were out from the cage with no carry on. Lucifer was still locked up where he should have been, you were human for once in your entire life and Cas promised to keep his ears out for anything about Sam. For the first time he was seeing some actual progress. But the only thought he could comprehend was that he needed a drink. Or five.

Dean found a little bar with barely anybody in it besides for a woman tending behind the bar, a busboy clearing off tables after a late lunch rush and a pretty girl sitting behind him nursing some fruity cocktail from the looks of it. He kept himself occupied by ordering a round of whiskey neat, the way he normally liked it and watched some hard hitting journalism. Dean threw his head back and downed the drink in one gulp, feeling the familiar warm burning sensation run through his body before it slowly disappeared.

“Another one?” Dean’s attention lingered away from his empty shot glass when the bartender pointed her finger at the drink, wondering if he wanted a refill. While it was tempting, Dean knew he had some actual research to do back at the motel. And it would require a sober mind.

“Uh, no, thanks. I’m working.” Dean declined the kind offer with a small smile. She nodded her head and tended to her clean glasses that needed drying but stayed close just in case. Dean’s cell phone went off a few moments later, and to his delight, it was you again. “Hey, what’s up?”

“All the bodies are gone.” You greeted him with an update, one that didn’t sound so good.

“What do you mean,” Dean wondered. He looked to see the bartender was stacking up some shot glasses right across from him. She’d gotten the impression that the conversation he was about to have wouldn’t be raising any red flags. “They just vanished?”

“That’s what the coroner said. But we got a lead. One of the missing bodies, she died a whole week before everybody else.” You explained to him. Dean guessed that the cause of death was by suicide, however, it seemed a little less gruesome than he expected like the rest. “Reported as a car accident, but no reason it couldn’t have been.”

“So then that would make her a patient zero, right?” He suspected.

“I’m thinking maybe. Whatever got this whole curse thing rolling started with her. Sam and I are at her place now, corner of Burnham and 159th.” You said, giving him the address so all of you could meet up again to investigate this yourselves.

“Yeah, give me ten.” Dean said. You agreed with the plan before hanging up the phone, leaving him to contemplate of cutting the fun so short. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and looked at the bartender. “You know what? I will have that other one.”

“I thought you were working.” She said, giving him a playful smile.

“I am working up to it.” Dean chuckled. But he wasn't finding the situation he found himself in the least bit funny. The bartender grabbed the bottle from underneath and poured him another drink. She gave him a curious look, wondering if everything was okay. "No, not really. Relationship problems. Work’s getting...complicated.”

“Don't I know a thing or two about that. And this one’s on me.” The bartender got him this round out empathy for the man from the struggles he was slowly admitting to. “Anything else I can get you?”

Dean’s lips twitched slightly from her hospitality, knowing exactly what he wanted, but she couldn't possibly help him with this. “I’d just like the freaking truth.” He whispered. It was just wishful thinking for him to be the lucky one and get something honest without having to work so hard for it. But he didn’t think anything really of it. Dean downed the shot in one swallow and let out a breath. He looked up at the bartender and raised his glass with a smile, “But I’ll settle for another one.”

“Sometimes I think I can’t get pregnant ‘cause God knows my marriage is a sham.” The bartender must have heard all sort of stories from drunk people. You get enough liquor in someone and they just start spewing everything they ever did wrong with their lives. All their dirty secrets were open in the open. Sometimes it was easy to talk to a stranger. Dean gave the woman a shrug when she suddenly looked confused at why she just admitted something like that to him. “I mean, I’ve been snorting oxy all day...Wait. Why’d I say that?”

What she was admitting wasn’t some secret she might spill out to a close friend when everything got too hard to keep inside. And she sure wouldn't admit doing drugs in front of her customer. Dean slowly looked down at his empty glass, recollecting the cursed words that came out from his mouth. “I’m pretty sure I know.”

Dean needed to get out of here before he could hear another one of the woman’s secrets. He thanked her for her service and threw a twenty on the bar top, thinking it would cover the drinks and leave her with a hefty tip. On the way to the door, he passed the pretty woman, and while he would have given her a second look over any other day, today he couldn't be bothered. That didn't mean she stopped herself from leaning forward to take another sip of her drink and flashed him a flirty smile, show off what God didn’t give her.

“I’m sitting like this so you’ll look at my breasts.” The girl spoke up, making Dean stop dead in his tracks to look at her. She crossed her arms tighter and leaned over the table more to show off her purchase that was well worth the money. “I just bought them. I need a lot of attention.”

“Good luck with that.” Dean said, thinking the conversation was going to be done after that. He should have been heading forward to the exit, but, instead, he found himself retracting in his steps. It would be awfully rude of him to ignore such a sight. He gave her a charming smile as his eyes wandered to her chest for a split second, enjoying the sight of a woman’s body. She let out a giggle and quickly looked away in embarrassment. Dean parted ways with her, giving her a wink and headed out the door. He pulled out his phone and called Bobby, deciding to have a little fun. “Hey, anything you’re itchin’ to tell me?”

“Not, really.” Bobby said, presuming this call was only about wanting an update on his progress in finding out what was wrong with the younger Winchester. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Ah, that’s all right.” Dean mumbled. “I’m just testing a theory.”

“Well, I’m here hittin’ the books while drinking a nice glass of milk and watching ‘Tor and Dean.’” Bobby said. Dean became confused at what the man just admitted to, making him ask who the older hunter was watching again, just to be sure what he heard was right. “Tori Spelling. I’m a huge fan. Girl’s a real talent.”

“Oh, I guess it does work over the phone.” Dean noted to himself as he approached the Impala.

“You know what else? I get a pedicure once in awhile—this little Vietnamese joint.” Bobby didn’t seem to realize what kind of information he was spilling. Dean didn’t care about the crush on the washed up actress from the nineties. But what he was hearing was going to leave a mental scar no amount of alcohol in the world could make disappear. “This one gal—Nhung Phuong—her name means ‘velvet phoenix.’ Tiny thing, but the grip on her. She starts on my toes, and I feel like I’m gonna—”

“Whoa, whoa! Hey, come on, m—now I’m scarred for life.” Dean said. The image of Bobby alone getting his feet rubbed by a small woman was terrifying enough. Now it was complimented by things nobody should think about. “Thank you.”

“I never told anyone that. Why am I telling you?” Bobby asked, slowly realizing that he was spilling all sorts of private information that nobody knew of the intimidating hunter. Before the man could speculate anymore with his questions, the man found himself spilling a few more secrets. “Maybe ‘cause you’re my favorite. Well, second favorite now that I really got to know Y/N. She puts the two of you knuckleheads to shame. You should be more like her. Although, Sam's a better hunter than all of you. Lately anyway...Whoa. Why the hell am I telling you this?!”

“Because I’m cursed.” Dean explained to the man.

“Cursed?” Bobby repeated what he just heard. He lingered on the word for a moment, trying to figure out what kind of trouble the older Winchester landed himself in. It’d barely been a week since he got turned back into a human being. And here he was, jumping onto another problem he was going to have to help solve this time. “How is it that half the time you clean a mess, you end up dirty?”

Dean realized that he might not be cursed after all. He could get anyone he wanted to tell the truth straight to his face, their deepest secrets revealed. His lips stretched into a smirk when he began to think with a little more of a positive outlook. “Actually,” Dean mumbled. “This might be the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.”

“What do you mean? Dean...Dean, what damn fool move are you about to—” Bobby was slowly becoming suspicious of what the older Winchester was brewing inside that head of his. Dean didn’t reveal anything when he cut the man off, saying he needed to go. The hunter let out a sigh and agreed, only needing to get one more thing off his chest. “Okay. But did you know my first girlfriend turned out to be a—”

“No, no.” Dean quickly ended the call before things turned into a level of disturbance that would need actual therapy to get over it. He sat himself into the driver’s side of the car and stared at his phone for a few seconds. He shifted his lips left and right, contemplating for a moment if he really wanted to do this. It was an invasion of privacy. It was the wrong thing to do. But so was lying. Dean punched in your number and heard it go to voicemail a few rings later. “Y/N, it’s me. Listen, I’m on my way to you and Sam, but if you get this before then, give me a call back. There’s a few things I want to ask you two.”

+ + +

Hearing the truth from people that you loved could have brought a few people to the brink of suicide, but Dean wasn't that fragile. He was called every name in the book and knew his life was complete and utter crap, he didn't care if someone admitted they didn't like him or thought he was a complete screw up. That was fine. Because whatever he heard, there was a pretty good chance he thought about it himself at one point in his life.

Sometimes it was better to pretend the people around him were good people and they loved him. They would never do anything to hurt him. But that wasn’t true. Dean’s hunch made him realize that after the last vampire hunt, there was nothing good in his brother. Anything that came out of his mouth was a damn lie. He was acting more sneaky than the time he was hopped up on demon blood and running around with Ruby, the junkie whore. Dean just wanted the truth, he was so sick and tired of being lied to by the people that he was supposed to trust with his entire life.

He made it around to the location that you gave him a little after he promised of being here, but you weren’t in sight. Dean got himself out of the Impala and began to head inside, but the sound of his phone going off made him stop. He took out his phone and looked at the name, the one he’d been trying to get ahold of for the last week. He could feel his chest tighten up as he didn't waste a second in answering the phone, pretending like he hadn’t been calling her nonstop for the past week.

“So…I saw you called.” Lisa’s voice was calm. But Dean knew by the tone that she was trying to keep it together to have a nice, civilized conversation with the man she had opened herself up to.

“Yeah, it’s been crazy.” Dean circled around the car, hesitantly keeping this conversation going, knowing it’d be a matter of time until she brought up the elephant squished between the both of them. What he put himself into was nothing like he ever dealt with before. His consequences of that night had had stemmed far more than just leaving a scared Lisa. He hurt her son, and as the result, he had one pissed off mother to give him hell.

“Ben won’t even talk about it.” Lisa told him what she’d been dealing with since he left that night. Dean absentmindedly wandered around until he was sitting on the hood, making himself sweat even more from the warmth of the engine that was running just a few moments ago.

“Lisa, I’m sorry, but this is actually the…worst time in the universe to talk.” Dean said. He knew he sounded like a dick, but he was hoping that he could move this very important conversation when he didn’t have the ability to hear what sort of truths they were keeping. Because he knew Lisa had her own demons. Especially after how he left them. “Can we do this later?”

“You shoved my kid, Dean.” Lisa told him with an icy tone. “How about we do this now?”

Dean let out a quiet sigh, “It wasn’t like that.”

“Then how was it?” Lisa questioned him, wanting to hear his side of the story...the truth.

“I can’t really explain.” Dean admitted to her. Even though he wanted to tell her everything about that night, about how he got turned, he knew it would do more damage than good. The line on the other went silent for a few seconds. When Lisa spoke again, he heard her voice break, like she was trying to not let herself cry. But she wasn’t the least bit sad. She was pissed.

“You want to know the truth?” Lisa asked him. Dean knew it was a matter of time until it came out. He could have ended the call here and forget about her forever, but that wasn’t the right thing to do to someone you spent an entire year with. So, he embraced himself for the worst of what was to come. “You’ve got so much buried in there, and you push it down, and you push it down. Do you honestly think that you can go through life and not freak out? Just, what, drink half a fifth a night and you’re good?”

“Hey,” Dean defended himself against her. “You knew what you signed up for.”

“Yeah. But I didn’t expect Y/N to come back. And I’m glad she’s okay. I am. But the minute she walked through that door, I knew. It was over between us.” Lisa admitted everything she’d been keeping bottled up for months. Dean could feel his heart beat faster. “I tried, Dean. But you barely made an effort to move on from her. Do you know what it feels like to be second best? To know that I wasn't the first thing you thought of and the last thing at night? All I was asking was for you to slowly open yourself up to me. I did for you. You couldn’t. Except for Y/N, probably. Hell, you would do just about anything for her, huh? You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy relationship I’ve ever seen. Honestly, it’s disturbing.”

“Lisa,” Dean tried to explain himself, “I’m—”

“Don’t you dare cut me off. I’ve spent too long biting my tongue. Shut up and let me finish.” Lisa cut the man off, not wanting to hear a single excuse out of the man’s mouth. “I tried, Dean. I did just about everything to make you open up to me. But you didn’t even budge, you didn’t even try to let go of the past. For God’s sake, you kept a picture of her underneath the pillow! How is that healthy? You wanted so desperately to be happy. You wanted to let go of the past. But here you are. Going after someone that only destroys you. As long as Y/N’s in your life, you’re never gonna get what you really want. I know you still love her, and I’m sure she loves you back. But… she’s going to keep sending you down the wrong path that’s paved with nothing but misery.”

Dean was prepared for just about anything to come out of Lisa's mouth. He expected her to call him a monster, an alcoholic who didn't know how to love anyone. Not even himself. He could understand if she harbored some unwell feelings about you out jealousy. But not to this degree. And even what came out of Lisa's mouth took her by surprise. She inhaled a deep breath as she fell silent for a moment. “That came out way more harsher than I meant.”

“It's not your fault.” Dean said, his voice was barely louder than a whisper. “I'm not saying don't be close to Y/N. I know the both of you are practically like family. I'm close to my sister, and I even have some exes of mine who are good friends.” Lisa said. “But if she or one of them got killed, I wouldn't bring them back from the dead! I'd move on like a normal human being.” “Okay, Lis...” Dean cut the woman off, he couldn't stomach whatever else that might come out of her mouth if given the chance. “I'm not gonna lie. Okay, me and Y/N, we...we've got a complicated relationship. No doubt. But you and Ben—”

“Me and Ben can't be in this with you.” Lisa muttered the words that the both of them knew were coming. But it still felt like a punch to the gut, even with her weak apology. “I'm sorry.”

Dean had a feeling their relationship was headed for the rocks. He would have been simply happy with the both of them agreeing to end it before it could get worse. But it was too late now. The one chance at his little moment of normalcy was gone. Just like that. Dean was now alone. He swallowed down his emotions and slipped his phone into his pocket. Sometimes you want something really badly, like to know what someone really thinks of you. They say be careful what you wish for. And not everyone can handle the truth.

“Hey, saw you from the upstairs window.” Dean looked up from the pavement when he heard your voice ring in his ears. He could feel his mood suddenly shift into slight panic when he saw you coming his way. Your lips stretched into a smile and approached the Impala. But when you began to examine his facial expression, you slowly looked concerned. “Are you okay?” Dean let out a heavy sigh as a chuckled came out at the same time, “Define okay.”

“Being away from Sam. God, he can get so emotionally draining sometimes.” You found yourself being lured into the curse without realizing it. Dean watched as you rubbed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh of your own. Only when you realized what came out of your mouth, you slowly furrowed your brow, as if you were silently wondering why you said such a thing. But it happened just a few seconds later. “Not that you're any better.” “Where is Sam?” Dean asked you, suddenly he didn't want for you to be the one who broke the news to him. He would hate himself for ruining something. You pointed over your shoulder to the building, saying something about how he was taking a peek around the dead girl's room after grilling her roommate's friend a little too harshly. He nodded his head and tossed you the keys, leaving you to get yourself comfortable in the Impala. Dean didn't waste a second running inside and heading up the staircase, only to find his brother coming down. His brother held up what appeared to be a small jewelry box, eager to show him what was inside. But Dean didn't really care about that. “We got to talk.” “Yeah.” Sam agreed. “What's up?”

“There's a few things I want to ask you, and you're gonna tell me the truth.” Dean told his little brother as he followed him down the staircase and into the empty hallway. “Uh, yeah, Dean. Of course. What are you talking about...” Sam absentmindedly rambled on about whatever sort of questions his brother had, but when he realized what was going on here, he stopped in his tracks. “Whoa. Are you saying you're...” “I asked for the truth. And you know what? I'm getting it. So, like I said, I have a few questions for you.” Dean said. Sam quietly scoffed underneath his breath, but it'd be a matter of time until the smug little expression on his face changed. Dean decided to start off with the most important question of all. “When that vamp attacked me, why did you just stand there?” Sam let out a quiet sigh. He suddenly fell silent, not a single word came out of his mouth, like he was trying to keep himself from telling the truth like Dean wanted. Or he was composing the right emotions to keep the con going. “I-I didn't.” Sam slowly admitted his fault. “I froze.” “You froze.” Dean repeated his brother's answer. “You have been terminator since you got back.” “I don't know. Shock?” Sam let out a heavy sigh. He was acting guilty here, say all the right words to prove that he was telling the truth. But there was no emotion behind it. Nothing. “And then it was too late. I feel terrible about it. Believe me. Dean...I can't lie here.” “Okay. How about you answer another question of mine. It’s been bugging me for a while now. And I need to know.” Dean said, deciding there was no going back now. What had been really bugging him all this time. He swallowed, preparing himself for whatever sort of response he was going to get. It didn't matter what it was. As long as it was the truth. “When you and Y/N were hunting together, alone…did you...Did you sleep with her?” “In the same bed? Once or twice.” Sam admitted, taking his brother’s question in the wrong direction. “It was uncomfortable as hell.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Dean cut off his little brother, his voice growing harder with irritation from how this conversation was going. He let out a sigh and composed himself to say the exact question that he needed answered. For the sake of his sanity. “Did you...Did you have sex with Y/N behind my back?”

A normal reaction for a sibling to be accused of sleeping with an ex girlfriend, the mutual best friend of both parties, could have been handled a few different ways. But Sam was under some kind of supernatural oath. He

to tell the truth. Dean waited for the young man to say something. Give him those puppy dog eyes and look nothing but guilty. In a twist, the end of Sam's lips twitched into a smirk, the same way when he watched Dean get turned. “You think...Is this what's been bothering you? You think I'd ruin my friendship with Y/N for a quick hookup? No, of course not. She’s like my sister. Just the thought creeps me out.” Sam was more surprised at the accusation as he let out a chuckle, playing along. “Dude, I would never do something like that. I know how much she still means to you. I mean, you're my brother. I'd never put your life in danger. And I wouldn't dare overstep my boundaries with Y/N—"

“Okay. Okay. Sorry. I...I thought—I thought I saw something. I...I guess I was wrong.” Dean said, apologizing for his accusations. He felt nothing but overwhelmed at his findings. He reached up a hand to rub his forehead when a dull pain began to settle in his head for what was going on here. “It’s just been a really, really bad day.”

“Hey. It’s okay.” Sam reassured his brother as he reached out and slapped him on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze for an added effect. “I got your back, all right? I always have.”

Dean nodded his head slowly. He watched as his brother gave him a smile before heading off again. The older Winchester had the ability to get anyone to speak their deepest, darkest secrets. Or whatever they wanted to know. And Sam had told it to him. Maybe his brother really did freeze up back there, maybe it was all in his head. Maybe his mind had been playing tricks on him all this time, making him believe in all these lies to convince himself of the reason why you fell out of love with him. Maybe there was no reason at all. Perhaps you had really moved on from him and you didn’t need the comfort of someone else to help mend the pain. And Sam was back from the dead with his new personality. Maybe that was the horrifying truth that Dean needed to realize.

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