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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 137

Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel. The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 andbefore L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

Dean Finally Faces the Truth

Dean looked over at Bobby and Watari and nodded at both.  The boys had headed back to the media room.  He turned and walked towards Ryuzaki, the doctor, and Sam.  

“If you wouldn’t mind grabbing a chair and coming to my office, I’d appreciate it.  I have two extra chairs in there and I’d like to talk to all of you.”

 Ryuzaki frowned a bit, then nodded, rising and standing in his usual slumped over position.  Once he'd gotten the doctor to shut up about his diet and posture, the man had been somewhat tolerable to converse with.

The hunter’s usual stride took off towards the door to his wing and he left it open for the others, going through the entrance room and into the living room.  He paused, looking at the room and smiled, liking what Lisa had done as far as wood selection.  He could hear the others coming, so he picked up his pace and walked down the hallway to his office.  He opened the door, switching on a light that turned the light behind his chair on .  He went and sat down, feeling weary.  He laid his head back, eyes closed, and waited.  He was not looking forward to this.  Bobby’s actions earlier bothered him.

 The group settled in chairs with Ryuuzaki taking his usual abnormal pose in one near a corner.

Dean sat up,  his hazel eyes making contact which each person.  Ryuzaki’s eyes gleamed, Sam’s  showed concern, and the Doctor’s showed curiosity.  He looked at Bobby’s and could tell the man wasn’t certain on what he was going to do. That hurt. He closed his eyes for a second and met Watari’s. There, he found compassion and he sat up straight, ready to talk.

The men waited, wondering what it was the older Winchester had to say.  
 
“I’ve not been very honest with everyone.  I’ve been having problems for months. I’m tired. I don’t sleep well. I can’t eat what I want. It’s not a just warning on it any more.  It makes me sick.  I’m letting things bother me, and they shouldn’t. I thought once we changed jobs, it would be easy.  My job I know, but this is different. I’m having trouble coping.  I’ve spent my whole life running from things, avoiding relationships.  Hell, I don’t know how”

"I had a problem this weekend with Lisa and Sarah.  I got pretty upset.  I don’t think it was all my fault, but I’m working on correcting it. Thing is I did something really stupid.  I stopped at an authentic Mexican restaurant on the way home and I ate hot and spicy.  I didn’t listen to anyone.  Not even myself.  I knew better. I got so sick from it, I was on the ground in pain and the acid and burning was bad.  

Today, I pushed again.  I tired myself out, big time.  Everyone got upset again. I got the schedule.  I know what I’m supposed to do every day.  We’re not always doing the schedule and I get caught up and I just want to do like I used to do. I don’t understand why things have to be different.  I have asked Doc to find out why they said things had to change.  What is making me this way. I was stupid...a fool. I should never have pulled into that restaurant.  I’m sorry.

The words had come rushing out as if the young man was afraid that if he paused someone would say something and he’d never be able to finish.

Bobby spoke before Sam could.  "Dean...we've been waiting for you to talk to us about this.  We didn't know how to confront you on it and not make it look like we were ganging up on you, son.  We need to know what you need to help. The schedule is there, yes, but what else?"

“I don’t want people trying to change me.  I’m me, Bobby.  I’m who my Dad taught me to be. I raised me just like I raised Sam.  I might act stupid or goofy sometimes. I will make mistakes, but trying to change me and make what I’m not makes me tense and angry. Just let me be me. There’s a lot I gotta deal with right now. The business is taking off, but I have school online and the diesel school.  I’m trying to follow the schedule, but I’m tired. I just need home to be home...not some place I’m gonna spend time being griped at.  Please?”

"You're running yourself into the damn ground, son. We can't let you do that when we can help you," he told him, face and voice showing that he obviously cared and was deeply concerned about what was going on.  "We're not trying to change you..just help."

The pain in Dean’s voice could be heard, “Damn it, Bobby.  I’m not talking about the schedule.  I haven’t had it that long, so give me time with it.  Help with it. I’m talking about making me something I’m not.  First off, I’m not a damn Campbell!  I’m gonna read about my heritage so I  can talk to Sarah, but a kilt is still a damn skirt!  Making me feel like I’m the bad guy because I didn’t like something about my family is not fair. I’m having to give in and do what everybody wants.  No one...I mean no one stopped what happened. The  only thing  done to bring peace is coming from me..  You tell me how that’s not trying to change me?  I needed someone to care that it hurt me.  I hate that it happened, but I ought to have the right feel that way. I ate the damn Mexican food because it cheered me up...made me feel better. All my  life food , alcohol, and sex were the only things that felt good. I didn’t feel good at all. I got engaged and paid Hell for it.  Okay?  I just wanted ....hell, it doesn’t matter does it?  Sarah and Lisa are right. You’ve all told me that  I don’t know how to do this.” 

Ryuuzaki broke the silence.  "I believe the family does not know how to handle Dean anymore," he pointed out. Dean insists on not being changed, not having people hovering over Dean's shoulder, and then requests that someone needed to stop Dean from making these mistakes?"  He paused for a moment, shifting his speech slightly. "Dean, you are making demands that are confusing your family a great deal.  They can do one thing and become attacked for it.  I understand a lot of this is stress, but you need to talk to them about what you need without hiding behind the usual bravado that you used to use around Watari and me. You need to meet with them, tell them what you want and need, and then allow them to adjust.  However, the plans cannot change if you suddenly decide you are being too constricted."  He turned dark eyes to Sam and Bobby.  "Likewise, you and the others need to be willing to adjust without the group setting that met him when he returned today from the physician's office. He will tell you w hat's going on when he's ready."

“Damn it, Ryu. That’s not what I mean. I know as far as my life goes, I got to make changes. We’re trying this new schedule.  I'm willing to go with it.  I’m trying to watch what I eat. Sometimes I get so caught up in things I forget to eat.  Sam and Bobby are gonna help when I’m at work. That’s not it.  When I talk about change, it’s about telling me what I can think, feel, and act.  Do I have a right to still be me?  I tried to explain  how I felt about things. I can’t cause problems because I don’t wanna lose Sam.  I could...real easy. I can’t do that, Ryu.  He’s my brother. I just want the right to joke, to make comments that never bothered anyone before. Suddenly everything I do isn’t good enough.  If I say anything, I’m a bad person who hurt someone else. Why doesn’t it matter if what they say hurts me?  I want help with things. I’ve asked for it.  But I want the right to believe my beliefs and be who I am. Why is it a contradiction if I ask for help to get well, but I’m wrong if I want to believe what I want to believe? Cause some of what you said sounds exactly like Lisa and Sara. I have to believe what they want to get help?  Cause that’s what I’m hearing, and I’m not understanding. I made the mistake of being open about what I felt and I was condemned for it. I’m having to change to make things right. No one else is. Why?”

 Sam sighed.  "They were wrong to do that but Dean, sometimes when you're joking or arguing about something, you don't take time to think on how others may feel about it. You just tend to open mouth and insert foot. That's when it gets ugly.  I'm used to it," he said with a wry smile.  "Lisa and Sarah aren't.  You're going to have to give them time."

Dean gave his brother a smile that never reached the hazel eyes.  He nodded.  “Okay.  I change. Lisa told me one night that she didn’t want to stop that.  She wanted me to be me.  Anyway, Doc, I’ll see you on Wednesday. Thanks for listening. I think I’ll go for a walk, and then head to bed. “  Dean headed for the door.

 Watari grabbed him, pushing him back into his chair.  "That was not what was said, Dean. Slow down and think," he told him.  "No one is asking for you to change...just to slow down and give the ladies time to get to know you. Lisa is aware that you are rough around the edges. Sarah is not. Humans need time to adapt."

Dean stared up at the older man standing over him.  “Tell me how she gets to know me if I have to slow down, not be who I am, and give her time to adapt?  She’s been around me as I am  for about nine months. This crap just started, Watari. It’s brand new. I’m not different. How long does it take for someone to adapt?  She can’t adapt if I’m not me. That’s why I said I’d change. We can’t have it both ways here.  She adapts to who I am and I’m me.  She gets what she wants and I have to adapt to her which require big changes on my part. I don’t see how she can adapt if I’m not the me she’s known for over nine months. I’d like to see it. How?”

 He ruffled Dean's hair for a moment. "I'm not saying not to be yourself.  Just practice some restraint..be cognizant of issues she finds important and not make your typical teasing remarks on those but do so on things that are funny and open to be teased about. Sam can help you with that."

Dean stared into the older man’s eyes. “I’m gonna be walking on egg shells”  He paused, looked at the others in the room. and turned towards his brother.  “Okay. Sam?  I need a list of dos and don’ts . What’s taboo?  I gather I can’t discuss family because I don’t like most of them.  Got my reasons but she won’t understand that. Religion is definitely off limits. I thought that my liking to do woodwork would make a dent, but I don’t know.  Just tell me, what can I say in front of her?”

 "No you're not," Watari told him. "You're looking at this the wrong way.  I'm trying to help here," he said.

“And I’m trying to take your advice. I don’t know what the hell is important to her besides family, heritage, and religion.  I don’t know.  I’m asking my brother, who is marrying her, to help me here. I do feel like I’m walking on egg shells. I don’t want anymore of what happened this weekend.”

 "Her art," Sam piped up.  "She loves to read as well and nature. That's a good start."

Dean looked dumbfounded. “Okay...so I can’t joke or tease about family, heritage, religion, art, reading, and nature?  Whoa. Okay. I can do that. I think.”

 "Actually, teasing about reading, nature, and art would be a good way to start working with her and getting to know her. She's got a funny sense of humor about those things and appreciates it when something funny is brought to her attention on those three. It means she's got someone willing to talk to her about them if they know enough to joke about it," he told him.

“Okay. I’m gonna blow it. I know I will, but I’m gonna try, Sammy. It’s all I can do.”

 "That's all you can do."

“Yeah.  I guess so. I’m tired.  Can I go for my walk now?  Or am I going to have to talk about  having sessions again?”

"I'm willing to work with you when you have time," Watari said.  "Just relax for now and enjoy your walk."




Monday, May 2, 2011

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 135

Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel. The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 andbefore L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.


Confrontation



 Dean stretched, popping joints and pulling muscles, wincing as he did so.  “Damn, I must’ve pulled something today. Moving can sure take a lot out of you when you haven’t been as active as you’re used to.”

 The older man nodded.  "It certainly can.  Try to stretch tonight before and after soaking in hot water," He recommended to the other.

“I didn’t think about it earlier when I took that long soak.  Wasn’t long enough though.  I didn’t think about stretching.  I should’ve done it.  I know better, but I was just upset.  I got my homework questions done, and read a while.  Sam stayed with me though. I hope it was because he wanted to. It was something we haven’t had much time to do...reading. You know?”

Bobby looked over at the boy and then met Watari’s eyes.  "Upset about us wanting to ask about what you were doing wrong today that could hurt you?  Or that we wanted to know about the doctor visit?”

Watari nodded.  "I hope you know that what happened earlier was due to concern.  However, I'm proud of you and Sam for sticking up for yourselves."

Dean stiffened. Both men saw his hand clench the glass the water was in.  His eyes were closed and he breathed in and out slowly.  “Are we really going to do this with company here?  Or is it because company, mainly Doc, is here?”


"No, it doesn't have to be," the older man said, giving a look to Bobby. That didn't need to be brought up, not at all truthfully.


“It doesn’t?”  Dean stared at the man he thought of as his father, then turned towards the one who spoke,  “Then why?”


Bobby looked at him.  “Because you have not been well, Dean.  You are pushing yourself over the limit daily.  You don’t  do right all of the time.  None of us knows why you are so damn tired, Dean.  You’re weak.  Part of it is you over do.  We are trying to help you.  We set up a calendar of what you can and can’t do.  You aren’t going by it, boy.  Not by a long shot.  Getting upset over the Scottish stuff and making yourself sick over the Mexican food you shouldn’t have been eating.  You get upset and you throw what I call a tantrum.  Dean,  You get help.  Okay?”



Watari sighed.  This was not an appropriate time to bring this up but since the cat was out of the bag, he supposed he could do damage control as well as help Dean and Bobby through this.  "You made yourself ill?"

Dean was back to staring at Bobby, trying to come up with the right words and not start a  major battle with company in the area.  He jumped when Watari spoke and turned, saying, “What?”  It took a moment for the question to sink in.  Dean had always been honest with the older man.  He turned red and his shoulders slumped, head lowered.

 "Dean, I'm not angry," he  said softly.  "I'm worried about you.  You did the right thing in seeing a physician when you spotted trouble.  I'm rather concerned about making yourself ill though."


Dean mumbled a soft reply.  Bobby got up to check the meat on the grill.  Both men heard him mutter, “Need to speak louder and plainer than that, son.  Idjit.”       


 The older man said nothing, simply waited for the other to respond.


‘“You’d think I’d be good at this by now, wouldn’t you?  Maybe it was stupid.  I don’t know.  It’s just that I planned the past weekend  and it was supposed to be special.  I was panicking because I wasn’t sure what I needed to do or where to go.  Sam helped me with that.  He was having his problems at the time, so I worried about him.  I was just tired.  There were practical jokes and the typical crap that we get into.  That’s why I’ve got the bruise on my forehead.  I went to a lot of trouble picking out rings and the restaurant Sam helped me find was really special.  Instead of the weekend ending like it should’ve, we got into this thing about the Campbells.  I really didn’t want to be involved in it.  Sarah and Lisa couldn’t let go.  It angered me, Watari.  I had read about them on the Internet.  I jokingly called a kilt a skirt.  It went downhill fast. I asked them to just let it go.  I wasn’t trying to tell Sarah to change anything.  It was like she was angry for me not wanting  to be  proud of my Scottish ancestors.  I wasn’t given a choice.  I had two women mad at me, and I’d just proposed to one of them.”


 "Women usually have a difficult time in calming down," he murmured.  "Young Sarah is proud of her heritage, justifiably so.  I believe what disturbed her is that you didn't want to share something with her that she could teach you.  She's got little to bond with you over, Dean, and to her, this was a good opportunity."



“Yeah, well...I’ve been planning and scheming since then to make it up to her.  I’m reading the books Sam got for my library.  It doesn’t mean I like them or  ever will.  My name is Winchester, not Campbell.  To be honest, I knew nothing about them.  Dad never mentioned them.”


"It's understandable," he said, leaning back in his seat.  "How far back did you research, Dean?"


“Far enough to know what they did at Glencoe.  It was not something I could be proud of.  I’ve killed, Watari.  I’ve been pretty bloodthirsty when it was needed, but I don’t kill babies and pregnant women.  That’s a stain that will never go away.  They were invited in and they spent the night under the roofs of the people they butchered.”



"You need to go back further, Dean, and really take a look at the history of the Scottish people before the clan systems really took hold.  Did you know that the Scotsmen of the last century is a mix of several different cultures?  You have the Celts, the Vikings, the Gaels..and the Picts.  All of whom were avoided religiously by the Romans," he told him.  


“I’m reading a book on the Scottish clan system right now.  The Romans?  They conquered all of the known world, except those people in the north of England?”


Watari nodded, sipping his tea.  "And who do you think those people are the ancestors of, Dean?  If you can't be proud of the clan, then be proud of the history of the people who spawned your mother's side of the family.  They scared the holy terror out of the Romans."



“Okay.  There’s a history of the Scottish people on the shelf.  I’ll put the clan system history back and read it first.   Thanks, Watari.”


"Anytime," he said with a smile.  "That'll give you something to talk to Sarah about.  That's the history she's proud of."


“Sarah’s Irish.”

 "Irish have pretty much the same mix, Dean, or didn't you know that?  Less Viking, hence the shortness," he pointed out.


“Really?  Heh...okay.  I’ll deal with it then.”  Dean started to rise and take his empty glass into the kitchen.  He could feel Bobby’s eyes on him, but had not met the man’s gaze.


 Watari sipped his tea, giving a satisfied smile.  He'd helped smooth that out at least.   


Bobby was turning the meat and checking for doneness.  He’d gotten everyone’s order for the steaks.  He watched the boy walk into the kitchen with glass and shook his head.



 The older man looked at him.  "You really do need to give him some space, Bobby.  He's doing the best he can and is learning to get help when he needs it.  Seeing the doctor without us pushing him to do so is a good sign of that."


“You’re right, but he did his double talk, Watari.  You got the reason he was upset, and you helped him with it.  Made you feel good about it?  That’s Dean double talk.  He gave you enough to satisfy you.  He didn’t answer the question.  Sam and me...well, we know him.   On our way home after all of the fuss, it was getting close to lunch time.  Dean pulled into a roadside Mexican restaurant.  He had spicy food.  We had a very sick Dean that night.  Doc doesn’t know it "


"You know why he gave me the reason for being upset but not the others?  Because he's been pushed too hard to give up what's going on.  There's a line that has to be balanced in regards to helping people, Bobby.  You can only push so much before they start giving part of what needs to be said," he told the younger man quietly.  


“I’m not arguing with you,  Watari.  I’m telling you he didn’t answer your question.  You asked him about why he made himself sick?  He gave you a damn good reason.  I can understand him fighting change.  Both of those girls seem to be trying to change him in some way or another.  The thing is he knew he shouldn’t be eating what he ordered.  The food was good, but Dean does have a problem.  It’s been months since he used to eat the type of food he ate that day.  He was deathly ill.   That was what was bothering you when you asked him, wasn’t it?  He told you  the reasons for being upset, but not for doing what he did.  He’s worrying me.”



"And I have to trust him to come to me with that information, Bobby.  He knows he didn't give me the answer and that I'm still waiting.  He'll bring it to me when he's ready."


“Dean?  You think he will?  I want to see that.  Why will he do that?”


 "Because he trusts me not to push," came the soft answer.  "He knows that I am aware he will come to me when he's ready.  I've a bond with him on that.  He gives the information when he's had a bit to process on it and then comes to me to see if he's right on why he did what he did."


“Then he’s definitely grown more mature.  I would expect that from Sam, but Dean has always been pretty closed.  I know you broke down a lot of  barriers, but I had no idea that was one of them.  He never told us that what he had on his plate as far as work, school, and home was too much.  We set him up a schedule  He’s a good boy.  I’ll try what you’re suggesting.”



 The elderly man gave the hunter a smile.  "I think you'll find it works.  Just be available for when he's ready to talk, Bobby, and that will make a lot of difference in regards to how the relationship between you two goes.


“I’ll do that.  Here he comes.”


Dean had glass of apple juice and sat down.  He looked up at Bobby and met the older hunter’s intense stare, not backing down.  He finally turned to Watari.


“After we eat, I’d like for you, Bobby, Sam, and Doc to come to my office.  I  kinda left you hanging.  I’m sorry.  Just, I can’t talk about it here where we can get interrupted.”


"Of course," he murmured,  taking another sip of his drink.  "We'll be there when you're ready."


Dean nodded and looked at his father figure.  “Bobby?”


“Yeah, you know I will be.  This food is done.  You want to let everyone know so they can get the tables ready?”


“Sure.  I’ll do that on my way to get the boys.”


Watari climbed to his feet, reaching for the platter to set the food on from the hot grill.  "Here, this should help."











Friday, September 24, 2010

Supernatural Death Note Chapter 33

Authors: Lady Laran and Tisha Wyman Warnings: Bad language, violence, and some sex. Spoilers: My favorite show is Supernatural. Anyone who knows me will say I am almost obsessed, unless they happen to be Laran, who knows I am. Laran loves Death Note. We both love to write. Never in our wildest dreams did we ever think we'd be writing an alternate universe/crossover between the two. What started as a several chapter story has turned into a novel The story had a life of its own. This saga begins towards the end of season 4 and before L truly got involved with the Death Note. This is a story of healing, family,friendship, humor, and horror. We do not own either show or its characters, but I'd take Dean in a heartbeat. We make no money from them. Thank you for reading. Comments are highly appreciated.

The Confrontation

Dean struggled to get up. He shook his head, but he continued using the bedclothes to pull himself to his feet. He looked at Near. 'Maybe, if he sees me like this, he'll understand and he won't have to know what happened in the queen's chamber.”

Mello punched Sam. "Stop torturing your brother! Damn you're f*ked in the head. Don't you understand? He's your brother! God, I'd give anything for that and you're throwing it away like some spoiled ass. You want proof, we have it!"

Sam turned on Mello, “You touch me again, and I won't be responsible for what happens to you. My brother? He's been my babysitter, not my brother. What damn proof do you have? I don't even know you, so why should I believe you. Come on, Dean!!! Be a man for a change, and tell me why she's so evil. Prove it, big brother.”

A familiar voice came from the open doorway. “What do you want to know, Sam?” Dean stood in the entrance, barefooted, is right side bandaged.

Sam whispered loudly at his brother. “I can almost smell your fear from here, Dean. What are you so afraid of?”

Watari, who had heard everything, came in with a laptop."You requested proof, Samuel Winchester. Proof you shall have. This is an interrogation we finished not long ago." The computer was set up and play was hit. In it, Ruby admitted everything..swearing violently as she did so.

“I've done similar stuff like that. Voices can say one thing, and a little manipulation and they say something else. Tell me something right here in front of me that proves it. Come on, what has she done?”

Dean knew the shooting would not be accepted because he'd gotten shot trying to save Near. He stared down at the floor, trying to steady his good hand, that was shaking.

A soft voice answered him. "The demon shot a weapon at point blank range. If Dean had not been there, Near would have been killed." The white haired teen entered the room. He was bandaged as well, looking very tired. "Near had not harmed this one but still, in an effort to aggravate Dean, Ruby shot Near." The outfit he was wearing, being baggy, added to his small size, making him look very young.

Sam stared at the small boy. “Dean has a penchant for trying to give his life for others. Why would she want to aggravate you, Dean? What's been going on between you two? I know you don't like her, but this is getting ridiculous. Ruby and I..well, we're close. She'd never hurt you because she would not upset me.”

L tilted his head. "Would she? Even knowing that she's gotten you addicted to something as disgusting as her blood?"

“I've been telling you it's not an addiction. My body requires it to keep the power up.”

“Bullshit, Sammy! You're not stupid, but you are so damn blind. Ruby wants to destroy me, okay, but then she got some stupid idea to use me to anger you against me and get you to do the job for her.”

"The demon's own words on this subject was rather simple. She told me that the initial blood given to you at birth woke a latent gene within all humans. The blood is nothing more than a control. It keeps you tethered to her." L's words were spoken softly in hopes of calming the younger Winchester.

The look of fury in Sam's eyes worried Dean, who wasn't sure where the anger would be directed.

“Sam, he's telling the truth. I swear it.”

“Dean, it's all compelling, and very believable. I still have a problem with it. She has me pretty much, so why would she destroy that by causing more problems to the point where I'd kill you? How the hell could she even convince me to do that? I can't get any angrier with you, Dean.”

“Damn it, Sammy, I can't” The older brother turned to leave.

“I can stop you from leaving, Dean. Your choice or mine?”

The hunter froze, his back to his brother.

Near's voice was soft but cold. "Sam Winchester will not harm Dean. In the eyes of this group, Dean's life holds more value than Sam Winchester's. Especially as Dean Winchester is needed for the apocalypse."

“What the hell are you talking about? I'm the brother who can stop it, not Dean. You know it, Dean. You cry, have nightmares, get drunk....damn it, you're drinking all the time.”

“Never on the job, Sam. I have always been sober when we're up against something. I had your back, but you kept walking out on us. Drinking blood. That's a whole new kind of sick, Sammy. She knows there's a still a bond there somewhere. She wants to be the one to come between us and you have damn well let her. No one was able to do that except us with our own stupidity and needs.”

Dean was still standing frozen halfway between his brother and the door. His back was still towards Sam. He started walking out and Sam's arm came up and he clenched his fist. Dean went to his knees, but nothing else. He could not get up.

“I told you your choice or mine, Dean. Now what happened between you two while I was a prisoner here?”

There was the press of something cold against the back of Sam's skull. Watari had managed to circle behind him. "You will let him go and focus on your brother, who you have known since birth."

“Go ahead and shoot me, and you destroy him, because he's sold his soul once for me. I'll let him go once he's truthful with me. He's being the same old Dean, not telling the truth, carrying the burdens. I am so damned sick of it. Shoot me or tell the coward to tell me the truth. If he will do that, I'll release the hold.”

"He is telling you the truth. We all are but you are so blinded by your ego, you don't want to see it."

“No, you don't know him like I do. Something happened between Dean and Ruby to bring us to this point. She wouldn't have tried to shoot an innocent unless she wanted something from him. If you want me to believe you, then I need the truth.....ALL OF IT! Dean?”

Dean bowed his head, fighting back tears. He had not wanted to come back to this. Sam was going to kill him, because he won't believe this. How could he? There's was nothing but his word against hers. Knowing his own past, would he believe him?

Near moved to Dean, gently lifting his head. "Dean should not let this destroy the progress Dean has made. Tell Sam Winchester everything since Sam Winchester believes that Sam Winchester is right."