My gaze on Dean didn't break, my mind coming up with millions of possibilities. "What did he say?" My voice steady and calm, trying not react as much. But when you have tons of thoughts going through your head, it's hard not too.

"Before he died, he told me not to trust you. He told me to keep an eye on you," Dean replied, making me scoff at his comment. At least he didn't tell them about me being a Witch. Maybe he wanted me to do that myself.

"What do you feel?" My eyebrows raised as my gaze washed over him.

"That I can trust you with my life," he replied without missing a beat and his heart steady, meaning he was truthful. I couldn't help but smile at him, gaining a small smile for Dean. But there was still the matter of Sam.

"Then follow your feeling. All I've done is help you boys out, trust that," my voice soft as my eyes burned into Dean, knowing that I was telling the truth. But he still looked bothered still, as his gaze turned to Sam's.

"What did Dad tell you?" Sam asked, his voice unease as his gaze on Dean didn't break.

"He said that he..." he took a pause, wondering how to put his father words. "wanted me to watch out for you...to take care of you," Dean's voice was soft as his eyes never took their gaze off of Sam.

"He told you that a million times," Sam replied, shaking his head in disagreement of sorts, that he already knew that.

"This time was different," Dean interjected, his gaze no longer on Sam but the ground. "He said that I had to... Save you," Dean's gaze lifted from the ground and to Sam.

"Save me from what?"

"He just said that I had to save you. That nothing else mattered. And that if I couldn't, I'd-" Dean spoke, but his words got lost, as it was hard for him to say. I could only stay quite and listen to what he had to say.

"You'd what, Dean?" Sam replied, he wasn't too happy about what Dean was saying.

"I'd have to kill you," the words had left his mouth, but I couldn't believe them but his gaze was true. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sam's face twist into a confused expression. But I remained silent, as this wasn't my conversation to but in. "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy," Dean's voice tore through me, his voice hurt, and even thinking of it, made him sick to his stomach. I couldn't see Dean killing his own brother, he was his life.

"Kill me?" Sam said, he was totally not impressed on what his father had said to Dean. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Sam carried on, not sure what it meant, but I had a feeling that I knew.

"I don't know," Dean said back, knowing that it was the truth from him, but his eyes didn't look to Sam.

"He must've had some reason for saying it, right?" Sam's voice raised as he was getting angry slightly. "Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go dark side or something?" Sam extended his arms out to get his feelings out through body language. "What else did he say Dean?" He pushed Dean for more answers.

"Noting, that's it, I swear,"

I inched forward, standing by Sam's side -- which held the beer bottle -- as I placed a hand on his shoulder. Once I placed my hand there, I could feel the tension, I could feel the anger resonating from him. He shrugged my hand from his shoulder, within seconds of placing it there, not welcoming it. I reclined my hand, as his gaze on Dean never left, he was more angry than usual.

"How could you not have told me this?" Sam inched forward, his voice hurt but still angry.

"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to,"

"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!" Sam shouted at him, pointing his finger at him like it was wrong and in a way it was, but his dead father asked him not to tell Sam.

"Just calm down, Sam. I'm sure Dean had his reasons," I finally spoke up, as Sam needed to chill out right now. Sam's gaze turned to me rather quickly, his face angry, everything emitting off of him was angry.

"Don't defend him!" Sam shouted at me, as it took me by surprised, but my surprised expression lasted a split second as my own face twisting into anger.

"I'm not defending him!" I raised my voice at Sam. "I'm just saying. You might not want to hear the truth, but can't you see it was eating him up inside! He couldn't take it anymore!" I pointed to Dean. Both of them looked taken back by my sudden outburst. I took a deep breath, calming myself down. "Just hear him out,"

"She's right. You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!" Dean raised his voice. Sam scoffs as he turns, while taking a few steps away, fuming. As Dean turned to look at the lake view. While I just stood there like a wet lemon, I wasn't really the best for family drama.

"We just gotta figure out what's going on then, what the hell all this means," Sam replied after a few seconds, slightly turning back to face Dean and I.

"We do?" Dean's voice had returned to being soft. "I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure --" Sam looked at Dean with a wild expression.

"What?" Sam had cut in, his expression wasn't pleasured. "That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?" Sam was mocking at the situation, as he was doing certain facial expression.

"I never said that," Dean replied with his normal voice but there was a hint of something else, but I couldn't put a finger on it.

"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean," Sam states, making me shake my head at his comment. Deep down Sam knew Dean wouldn't kill his own flesh and blood.

"I never said that!" Dean shouts at Sam. "Damnit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control... All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore," At this point Sam had turned away from Dean, taking a swing of his beer. "And you're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it," Sam had turned back to look at his brother. "But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?" Dean pleaded with Sam. 

"Forget it," was Sam's only reply as he turned back to face the lake view. This was between him and Dean and I didn't want to get in the way of that, not this time around. But I was hoping deep down that this was going to be sorted between them both. 

I turn on my heels and headed further down the fencing, until I was a few feet away from Sam and Dean. I leaned against the fence, looking out to the lake, blocking out the conversation the boys were having. In the back of mind, I knew I would have to tell the boys one day about me being a Witch. 

Will they see me as a creature to hunt? Or still as their friend?