Little Lies and Secrets

No More Secrets (Stop Selling Me Your Lies)

           Dean paced back and forth in the middle of the room while Sam and Emmy tapped away at their laptops. Pippin laid next to Castiel, the Angel simply laying on the scratchy bed until he recovered from the Enochian spell Vela had used on him, much like the one the Whore of Babylon had used on him back during the Apocalypse. He turned his head tiredly to take in Pippin's exhausted and pained form. The silence was heavy and Dean’s restlessness was driving both woman insane. Not to include that Pippin needed Cas to heal her properly and that wouldn't be happening for a damn long time.
        
        “How can I be sure you aren’t ly-”
        
        “You can’t. You’ll just have to trust me.” Pippin interrupted Dean as she rubbed at her forearm nervously. Emmy looked up at Dean with a grim expression, pausing in her typing to address the elephant in the room. The bright, neon pink elephant with fishnet stockings.
        
        “You can be angry with her Dean, I mean I am marginally,” She started, watching Pippin flinch slightly at her words before she continued on. “But right now we have to figure out how to get rid of this mark on my arm without killing all of us in the process.” Emmy informed him, her voice softening slightly as he turned to look at her with something between distress and anger. Dean was actually seriously stressed and had been beating himself up for Emmy, Sam, and Castiel getting hurt on his watch. He even felt more guilt than anger towards the one who had gotten them in the mess in the first place. 
        
        “We have yet to come up with a single thing connected to it Em.” Dean said as he collapsed into the chair next to her. Emmy turned her head slightly, a tiny, reassuring smile plastered on her face. She took a chance and when she was sure no one was looking she reached down and grabbed his hand gently, intertwining her fingers between his.
        
        “We’ll find something Dean.” She muttered, trying to ignore how her heart pounded against her chest at the wide-eyed look he gave her. They both coughed a little, breaking the point of contact and pulling their hands away from each other but not before Emmy gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Dean glanced at the place Emmy’s hand had rested for that fleeting minute, already missing the warmth and slight security he had felt while she was holding his hand. He shook it off, mentally berating himself for thinking about Emmy that way, before he averted his gaze and locked eyes with Pippin, who simply arched an eyebrow in his direction. She shrugged his glare off and turned back to Castiel, clearly trying to ignore Dean’s heated anger before she managed to speak up.
        
        “You guys aren’t going to find that mark anywhere in any database.” Pippin started, her voice shaking slightly with insecurity and anxiety. Sam lifted his head at her words, a confused expression spreading across his face as they sunk in. What did she mean by that? Dean crossed his arms over his chest, not impressed with Pippin the riddler.
        
        “Why’s that?” Emmy asked, her curiosity peaked, which made Pippin sigh heavily before answering.
        
        “Because I saw it in Vela’s Grimoire.” She admitted and everybody’s hopeful demeanor vanished as quickly as the air rushing out of a balloon.
        
        “Son of a bitch.”
        
        “Great so we’re basically screwed.”
        
        “Not...not exactly.” Pippin interrupted as the grumbling and muttering started and everyone, including Castiel, looked back at her once more. Once she had everyone’s attention Pippin continued weakly as she hugged the pillow to her chest tighter.
        
        “There's someone I know who has Vela’s Grimoire and can scrub that spell off Em’s arm but…” She hesitated and Dean had a sinking feeling that he knew what she was going to say next.
        
        “Well? What is it!?” Emmy snapped suddenly, causing Pippin to jump slightly at the sudden harsh words. “Sorry.” Em said following her outburst as she looked down and Pip nodded once in forgiveness.
        
        “She’s um...she’s Sirius.” She admitted and the room broke out into chaos. Emmy shrunk back as Dean jumped up angrily, Sam behind him, and started arguing with Pippin.
        
        “No absolutely not! I’m not letting another witch near Emmy!” He snapped and Pippin sat up abruptly, hissing at the pain that accompanied the action.
        
        “We don’t have another choice Dean! You can trust her I swear.” Pippin insisted but Dean was having none of it.
        “Pippin, logically, your track record with Witches isn’t the greatest. We can’t trust that she won’t turn on us or make the curse worse.” Sam interjected and Pippin gave him a nasty look that had him backing down from the fight.
        
        “So? Sirius is the reason I made it out of the house the night shit hit the fan! Plus she has no reason to betray us as far as I can see.” She argued back before Dean turned around, running his hand through his short hair. He turned back around suddenly, looking for all the world that he had made up his mind for good.
        
        “No. We’ll find another way but we are not bringing a witch anywhere near Emmy, much less an old friend.” He spat, making it sound final.
        
        “Fine!” Pippin yelled angrily, her voice rasping and cutting off abruptly as the emotions choked her til she could barely breathe as she shot up out of the bed and grabbed her leather jacket, pulling it on furiously before opening the motel door.
        
        “FINE!” She cried, slamming the door as hard as she could behind her, shaking the shelves violently. Sam went over to the window and peeked through the blinds for a few minutes before he pulled back and leveled a glare at his older brother.
        
        “Dean…” He started before Dean turned on him.
        
        “Don’t start Sam.” Dean snapped and Sam gave him the legendary bitch face no. 3.
        
        “Fine I won’t but I can’t guarantee that Pippin will listen to you either.” He warned as he took his seat once again and pulled the laptop into his lap.


        The room was dead silent, the light of the moon filtering through the slats in the blinds. Emmy, Sam, and Dean slept soundly, the gentle rise and fall of their chests one of the few indications they were still alive and functioning. A strip of moonlight illuminated Castiel as he sat in the chair across from the beds, shadows dancing with the light as he shifted, throwing his face into sharp contrast. He sat stock still, only moving every once in awhile to get a little more comfortable in his seat as his silent vigil went on. The room was cast into a sudden darkness as someone moved in front of the window outside, the moonlight ushering back in again as they moved away. The door creaked open and Castiel stiffened in his seat, ready to spring forward and defend his friends. He froze momentarily as his gaze locked with the intruder and he took in her appearance in the soft glow of the moonlight pouring in from the door. Her hair was a slightly tangled mess, “sex hair.” he remembered Dean saying once. Her normally dark green eyes looked like stained glass with the way the light hit them and you could see the faint ring of hazel brown around her iris you couldn’t normally see otherwise. Pippin stepped inside quietly before closing the door as slowly as she could as to not disturb the others. Cas relaxed slightly as she undid the strings on her combat boots and slipped them off. Pippin slipped out of her jacket as she walked past Cas and threw it on the counter before walking into the bathroom and running the shower, ignoring his presence the entire time. Castiel’s brow furrowed in concern as he got up and approached the bathroom, confused as to why she had been out so late and why she didn’t acknowledge his existence, not that his pride was hurt. Okay maybe a little.
        
        “Pippin?” He asked roughly as he turned the corner, not entirely sure why she was acting so strange. His eyes widened slightly in concern as he took in the scene in front of him, what little light streaming through the dirty window panel adding a sense of...wrong to the entire thing. Pippin was sitting in the tub, fully clothed minus her jacket and boots, arms wrapped around her legs while her knees were pressed against her chest. Her head rested back against the cold tile wall of the shower and a steady stream of water was cascading down on her, thoroughly soaking her clothes. Cas stepped in and closed the door to the bathroom for privacy reasons before continuing the few short steps to the edge of the tub in near silence. He bent down, resting on the balls of his feet, before reaching one of his hands in to feel the temperature of the water. Her skin seemed a few shades paler than was normal and the water coming from the faucet was ice cold.
        
        “Pip?” He tried again and this time she opened her eyes and turned her head towards him.
        
        “Hm?” She hummed tiredly and his frown deepened.
        
        “Are you alright?” He asked and Pippin shook her head slowly as she closed her eyes again and took a deep breath.
        
        “I don’t feel well.” She finally responded and Castiel reached in and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. Without saying anything he reached over and shut off the water before helping Pip to her feet. She clutched at his dress shirt as he lifted her out of the tub and turned to grab some towels before there was a knock on the door.
        
        “Cas? You in there?” Sam’s voice asked quietly from the other side and Castiel opened the door with his other hand, the other arm preoccupied with keeping Pippin upright and off the floor seeing as she couldn't be trusted to keep herself horizontal and not vertical. Sam’s eyes widened comically as he took in the drenched hunter clinging to the resident Angel.
        
        “She has a temperature of one hundred and two.” Cas explained seriously as Sam took Pip’s arm and sat her down on the couch before repeating Cas’ earlier action. He frowned as he went to get up, turning towards his duffle bag.
        
        “Cas help Pip take off her flannel.” He instructed and Castiel turned to do what he was told. As he removed the flannel he muttered lowly in Enochian to the young hunter, the rough and raw words spilling past his lips without much thought.
       
        "Easy Pippin. I'm going to heal you, that's all I'm gonna do I promise." He whispered to her in the language of the Angels before he cupped her cheek tenderly, healing the wounds she had received some days ago from Vela and bringing down her temperature to a more relativity normal temp before pulling away.
        
        "Since we’re not keeping secrets anymore I went and found Sirius.” Pippin blurted out quickly and Dean sighed heavily.
        
        “It’s fine Dean.” Emmy reassured, taking his hand in hers again and squeezing gently. He looked down at her as she looked up timidly and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Somehow Emmy made it more tolerable and he couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.
        
        “Where did you tell her to meet us?” Dean finally asked in a sour tone of voice and Pippin shrugged tiredly as she sagged against Castiel's shoulder, the Angel briefly tensing up before relaxing once more.
        
        “Bobby’s.” She responded and everybody groaned in sync.
        
        “Bobby is not going to be happy about a witch showing up on his doorstep.” Sam pointed out and Emmy chuckled.
        
        “Well we better get moving then. I’m sure we can make it.” She grinned and Pippin snorted even though she still felt like utter shit.
        
        “That’s Emmy’s sadistic grin boys. I would run while you can.” Pip warned and Emmy just responded by attempting to laugh like she was a cheesy movie villain