You Can't Handle The Truth

I trailed my lips up Dean's bicep, over his shoulder, to his collarbone. I kissed across his chest, up to the base of his throat, over his Adams apple. My lips reached his jaw as I moved my hips slowly on him. 

"You're killing me here, Si." Dean whispered against my lips. 

"I love you." I whispered, tracing my tongue along his bottom lip. He let out a low sound.

Dean's fingers pressed into my hips, occasionally guiding my movements as I quickened my pace atop him. My own fingertips pressed into his biceps. I watched him as his head rested on the pillow, eyes shut as sounds of pleasure fell past his lips. 

"Just like that, sweetheart." He moaned, bucking his hips upward. "You're doing so good."

The praise made my stomach flutter. My legs shook around him as my stomach tightened and waves of pleasure rolled through me. Dean's grip tightened on me as I rode out my high, sparking his own. 

Once I slowed to a stop, I lifted a leg, climbing off of him. Dean grabbed my thigh, giving it a squeeze. "No, stay just like that. Let me stay inside of you." He blinked his eyes open, pulling me back down onto him. 

So I did. I kept straddling him. Between the year of separation and stress as of late, Dean and I used every spare second to jump one another's bones. Dean was worried about Sam, about everything, really. I was worried about my inability to quit monster blood and my inability to tell Dean. And we were both reeling from a year and a half of not being around each other.

In short, we were sex-crazed maniacs as Dean had called me before. 

I leaned forward, shifting my hips back a little on accident as I placed a kiss to his lips. Dean groaned. "You're making me hard again." He whispered. 

"I know, but it's your own fault." I replied. "You wanted to stay like this."

"Don't get all technical on me." Dean flipped me onto my back, pulling out and sliding down my body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. He placed my legs over his shoulders. I caught sight of his back, red marks from his shoulders all the way down to his ass courtesy of me. 

"Now who's the instigator?" I breathe, thighs clenching around him as his tongue slid over me.

Dean pushed my legs apart, looking up at me with a grin. "Trying to suffocate me, Si?" He teased, placing a kiss to my thigh. "Because I'm afraid that's my dream death. Best I could ask for."

"You're such an idiot."

"Mm-hm. Sure. You're the one threatening me with a good time."

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"I know what I saw, Bobby." Dean insisted as we walked through the park, away from Sam. I couldn't make out Bobby's reply. "He threw me to that vamp. I'm telling you, it's not my brother...Yeah, or it's freaking Lucifer....Of course I called Cas. He's not answering. But screw him. I can't wait anymore."

I bounced Rory in my arms as she played with a strand of my hair. "I'm sure it's fine." I lied. I was not sure. Not sure at all.

"Professional? He watched me get turned." Dean told Bobby. "Damn it, Bobby. Yes, I know....We're talking about doing something about it, fast. It's not just the vamp. He's been different from the jump...Are you?" He paused. "I don't even wanna ride in the same car with him, much less work a case." Moments later, Dean snapped his phone shut and shoved it into his pocket. 

"Elevated stress levels aren't good for your health." I informed him, reaching up to pat his cheek. 

"What happened? You otay?" Evie asked Dean, tapping a finger against his neck.

My eyes jumped down to the small bruise-like mark at the base of his neck. Many more were littered across his shoulder and chest. 

"Uh...Yeah. I'm great." Dean said, shooting me a 'what do I say' look.

I shrugged. 

Sam joined our side then, holding out a burrito to Dean. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. How are you?" Dean asked. 

"Me? Great. Here, look, check this out." Sam held out a newspaper. "I think it might be something."

"Hey." Millie greeted as she joined our side. A hickey was on her neck too. Someone had an eventful morning while Dean and I were out. 

"Four people out of nowhere. All in the last couple weeks." Sam explained, pointing to the suicide headline. "What do you say?"

"Yeah. Sounds like a plan." Dean nodded his head. 

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"I don't understand." The sister of the latest suicide vic said, holding a picture of her now dead relative. "Why would federal investigators be interested in a suicide?"

"Well, um, it's a new, more caring administration." Sam explained as I wandered around the room.

"I already told the cops." Olivia said, sitting down. She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Jane was having a really bad day. So I did what any sister would do. I tried to cheer her up. Told her to hand in there."

Dean walked in, leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets. 

Focus, Saige, focus. 

"You know what a tell is?" Sam asked.

"Excuse me?" Oliva asked.

"It's a poker term." Sam stated. 

Dean and I played strip poker the other night after the kids went to bed. 

Saige, focus.

"For when you're bluffing." Sam continued. "Like what you just did with your hair."

"What are you trying to say?" Olivia asked.

"You're lying." Sam stated. 

"What?"

"Tell us what you did to your sister."

Olivia looked between us. "You're right. I was lying. I wanted to tell her, 'I love you, I'm here for you.' But what came out was, 'you're a burden. Just kill yourself.'" She cried. "Who says that? I just couldn't stop."

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"See anything in the house?" Sam asked as we walked outside.

"No hex bags, no sulfur, no EMF." Dean listed, hand on my waist. "You?"

"A tuba and an issue of Crochet Today." Sam said. 

"Si?" Dean asked.

"Nothing." I shook my head. 

"So, what, already kind of suicidal?" Sam suggested.

"Right, and then big sis's taxicab confession sends her over the edge. Question is, what made sis open her mouth in the first place?" Dean asked.

"We should've stayed in Hawaii." I sighed. 

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"Hey, you find anything?" Dean asked, phone raised to his ear as he peaked through the window. "Awesome." He mumbled, grabbing a beer from the fridge. "Yeah. My skin crawls being in the same room with him. Why don't you look that up?"

"Oh, come on, don't be dramatic." I said, buttoning my jeans. I brushed a strand of damp hair over my shoulder. 

"Suck it, sweetheart." Dean lightly pinched my nipple as he walked by. 

"Stop that." I hissed, slipping my bra on and clasping it.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this, Bobby. Figure out what he is, fast." Dean pleaded. He sat down on the bed. "What? Satan as my co-pilot, I know....Then what?" He paused momentarily as I slipped on my shirt. "I gotta go. You got a day, Bobby. Then I'm handling this."

I moved to sit next to him as he hung up. "Hey, don't worry. I'm sure we'll figure this out."

"It's not him, Si. I can feel it." Dean said.

"I know. We'll find out what's wrong." I assured him. 

Sam walked in the room then. "There was another one."

"Yeah? What?" Dean stood quickly.

"Dentist drilled a guy to death." Sam explained. 

"You mean, the non-sexy kind of drilling, right?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Dean, the non-sexy kind of drilling." I patted his shoulder back.

"Fifty bucks says he's mixed up in the crazy." Sam said.

"You think?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, let's go talk to him."

"Okay. Why don't you go ahead? Si and I will catch up." Dean suggested. "We're gonna do a little research, watch the twins. Take Mills with you."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. We gotta know what we're up against, right?"

"Yeah, right, good idea." Sam nodded.

_____

"Anything from Marathon Man?" Dean asked as he picked up the phone.

"Not exactly." Sam's voice crackled through the speaker. "He hung himself in his cell before I could get to him."

"Yikes."

"But he was definitely involved." Sam continued. "Just got the scoop from his assistant." 

"And that would be...?" I trailed off. 

"Let's just say the stuff his patient was confessing to? I would have murdered him too." 

"So root canal and Russian roulette." Dean began, scrolling through articles on his laptop. "Uh, both of them, it's like they were cursed. People compelled to puke the truth all over them."

"Getting hit with the ugly truth till you go postal?" Sam added. "I'd call that a curse. Do me a favor. I'm going to the morgue to check out the body. Why don't you take the dentists office? See what you see?"

"Yeah, no problem. We gotta pick Evie up from school anyway." Dean said, shutting the laptop where he was researching different things that could be what's wrong with his brother. He hung up. 

_____

"I don't know. I just really think we should, you know, do the whole homeschool thing. I think it'll be easier on the kids." I said. "You know how much you and Sam hated switching school every few weeks."

"So we just keep them locked up in the motel?"

"No, Dean. I'm just saying we should think about it." I shrugged, pushing the car door open. "At least for when they get older."

"I don't know." Dean replied, walking around the car and joining my side. He placed a hand on my waist as we headed inside the school. Wyatt took my hand, sticking close. The twins were napping in the car. 

A bell rang, echoing in my ears. Kids rushed out into the hall as parents made their way toward them. 

"Daddy!" Evie ran out of the door, booking it down the hall to meet us. 

"Hey, there's my little girl." Dean knelt down to catch her in his arms. "How was your day?"

"Good." 

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Dean picked the lock to the room in the dentist's office. He ducked under the caution tape, lifting it as high as it would go for me to duck under as well. 

The room was covered in blood, the chair, the equipment, the floor.

An office was also connected to this room. Dean and I walked inside, looking around. A tuba sat on the desk, other than that it was pretty normal. Dean picked up a receipt from Harry's House of Horns.

"I saw something like this at the other vics house." Dean stated, tucking the paper in his pocket.

"I think we found our connection." I stated.

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"Jane and Dr. Conley. I heard. Awful." Harry--of Harry's House of Horns, which turned out to be, you guessed it, a musical instrument shop though it was mainly tubas, fiddles and similar stuff--said. "What do I have to do with it?"

"Honestly, you're the only thing they have in common." Dean took the photos of the vics back. "Did they say anything to you? Before they, uh..."

"Sorry. Not really."

"Naturally." I mumbled. 

"Thanks." Dean said, placing a hand on my waist as he walked toward the door. "Yo, rugrats one and two, let's roll."

Evie turned away from the violin she was admiring to run toward us. Wyatt on the other hand was fascinated by the drum set that sat in the corner. 

"Hey, by the way, how about my horn?" Harry called out as Dean pushed open the door.

"Sorry?" Dean asked.

"Stolen horn?" 

"Oh, that makes sense." I said.

"Right. Yeah, we're working on it." Dean told him. 

"Well, I hope so." Harry replied. "Thing's one in a billion."

Dean let the door snap shut. 'What makes it one in a billion?"

"It's a museum piece." Harry stated. He flipped a book open to a picture. "Near as anyone can tell, about a thousand years old." 

"Where's it from?" Dean asked as I glanced down at the picture. The horn was curved in the middle, creating a half-circle. 

"No one knows." Harry told us.

"When did it go missing?" I asked.

"About...two weeks ago. Same day Jane died." 

_____

"Dean, honeybunch, I love you, but the drinking is a little much." I took the glass from him. "Your liver is kind of important."

Dean looked up from the laptop that was open on an article on Gabriel's Horn of Truth. Yes, the archangel. "Well, buttercup, I need a drink." 

I sat down next to him. "You really think it's the Horn of Truth?" I asked as Evie and Wyatt jumped on the bed opposite of the one where Dean and I sat. 

"One way to find out." Dean shrugged. "Castiel? Hello. Possible loose nuke down here. Angelic weapon. Kind of your department." He shut the laptop, tossed it onto the bed and stood. "You hear that, Cas?" He took the glass from me, walking around the bed.

"Hello, Dean." Cas greeted, suddenly leaning against the counter. "Saige."

"Cas!" Evie jumped off of the bed, landing with a thud before she ran toward him, hugging his leg. 

"Hello, Evangeline."

"Are you kidding me?" Dean snapped. "I have been on red alert about Sam, and you come for some stupid horn?"

"You asked me to be here, and I came." Cas stated.

"I've been asking you to be here for days, you dick." Dean snapped, voice harsh.

"Hey, whoa, buds, let's take the testosterone down a notch or two, eh?" I stood, moving toward the two.

"I didn't come about Sam...because I have nothing to offer about Sam." Cas stated. 

"That's great, because for all we know he's giftwrap for Lucifer." Dean said. 

"No, he's..." Cas grabbed the bottle of liquor and pulled off the cap. He stepped closer, filling the glass Dean held. "He's not Lucifer."

"I just said no more drinking." I muttered. 

"And how do you know that?" Dean asked.

"If Lucifer escaped the cage, we'd feel it. He also certainly wouldn't be living with Saige in peace." Cas explained. 

"What is wrong with him?" 

"I don't know, Dean. I'm sorry."

"What happened to you, Cas?" Dean asked. "You used to be human, or at least like one."

"I'm at war." Cas turned his back to us. "Certain regrettable things are now required of me. Speaking of...Saige, I could really use your help."

"Me? For what?" I asked. 

"You could be a vital piece of winning this war." Cas stated. "I didn't want to ask it of you, but...desperate times."

"Well, whatever it is...just tell me."

"We will discuss it later."

"Gabriel's Horn of Truth? That's a real thing?" Dean asked. 

Cas turned to face us again. "You've seen it?"

"We think it's in town. Something's forcing people to--"

Cas disappeared. 

"Oh, well, you're welcome." Dean said, downing the rest of the liqour.

"He really needs some manners." I shook my head.

"I got manners." Wyatt defended. 

"Not you, honey...For once." Wyatt's lack of manners definitely came from Dean, though he argues otherwise.

"It isn't the Horn of Truth." Cas stated, reappearing.

"What are you talking about? You were gone for, like, two seconds." Dean pointed out. "Where did you look?"

"Everywhere."

"Right." Dean said. "Well, nice seeing you, anyway."

"Dean."

"What?"

"About your brother...I...I don't know what's wrong with him, but I do want to help." Cas stated. "I'll make inquiries." Then he vanished.

"Yeah. Thanks." Dean filled the glass again, downing it.