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Fallen and Once Upon A Time
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"We will address this later pet." He said and left.
"Thinking too much about?" Sam asked looking at her.
Seb didn't let go of her. He held her tightly, but loosened his grip when he left. "Just everything." Wyatt sighed. "About you being Lucifer's vessel, about Nix, about what happened while I was in that cage.." She listed.
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"Hey everything is going to be alright." He whispered softly. "Don't worry about that."
Dean looked at Cas. "What do we do? He's got control over her.." He said quietly. "It won't be. Not if you say yes to him. You'll be sent to his cage in hell with him.." She whispered. Wyatt knew that if Naomi remembered, she would be pissed at Wyatt about the letters.
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"Wyatt there's something else too. That's on your mind." Sam said.
"We will find the ring.." Dean answered. "Okay. Do you know if there is anything we can do to keep her away from him?" He asked. "Just something Naomi may have found out." Wyatt answered. She tugged at the chain necklace around her neck, biting her lip.
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"What is it?" He asked cautiously. "It will make you feel better for saying it."
"We can try alcohol but we have to be careful. She drank a lot once and pretty much became an alcoholic for a while." Dean answered. "Lucifer. Or maybe my dad. I don't know who told Naomi about what happened to the letters that she sent me..." Wyatt said softly.
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Sam was about to say something,but they popped in. Naomi looked awful.
Naomi looked around the room confused. "Let me go, please."
"Thank you Cas." Dean told him. Seb kept his arms around Naomi, unsure of what she might try, if anything.
Wyatt sighed softly, looking down. She wished that she and Sam could've had more time to talk.
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Naomi looked at him and took the bottle Cas looked like the guy who wouldn't take no. She opened it and as soon as it went in her mouth something awakened in her.
Sam sighed. "Cas why would you give her beer? She can't handle it."
Seb let go of her, stepping back. Dean knew that this wasn't a good idea but it was the best option. "I know Dean. But because it affects her reasoning, it makes the connection weaker." He told Sam.
Wyatt hesitated a moment before jumping up and hugging her father tightly.
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"I can't do this Dean, I get drunk really fast." Naomi whispered. "I can't handle getting sober and then fighting off the darkness."
Dean sighed. "The options are either the beers or enchanted ropes.. What do you want Naomi?" He asked, frowning. "Real?" Wyatt whispered, looking up at him as she pulled back.
Seb nodded, "Real." He answered. "I'm sorry Wyatt."
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Sam sighed softly knowing it was probably seeing her father and Wyatt made her feel bad.
Dean sighed, he grabbed the other beers and put them out of reach for now. They didn't want her too drunk. Wyatt frowned, seeing her sister. "I'm gonna go walk around, if that's alright.." She said softly, glancing at Sam.
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Sam was about to go with her, but he thought it was better off not too.
"I'll give you another in a few. It's not good to chug a bunch of them at once. You'll make yourself sick." He told her gently. Wyatt stopped, standing by the door. "Well say it and let's get this over with."
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Sam sighed.
Wyatt stopped, standing by the door. "I didn't throw away all of your letters. Before mom died, she would give them to me but I chose not to read them... After she died, all your letters acted like everything was fine. I didn't want fine. I wanted to be upset about who I lost that day. I wanted to be able to grieve in my way. So I read them but I didn't answer. God forbid I bother you with my stupid problems.." Wyatt sighed. She didn't want to talk about this right now. She bit down hard on her lip. Dean and Seb watched the two of them quietly.
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Sam sighed some again. "Wyatt why would you not read her letters?"
"I needed someone too. But whatever. The past has passed. You can continue to hurt me because of it if that would make you feel better. I mean you've already broken my arm, choked me. And stabbed me in the stomach so.." Wyatt sighed. She glanced at Sam. "I'll tell you later." She whispered. Wyatt hadn't answered the letters because there was no point in it. Naomi didn't seem to care very much about her so why care about a person who doesn't feel the same.. That was a really good way to get yourself hurt.
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"The letters you sent after mom died. You were acting like a replacement for her. That's not what I needed. I didn't need a replacement. I needed a friend. And lucky for you that I found one so you wouldn't have to be bothered." Wyatt whispered. "I'll talk to you more once you're sober. So go back to your bottles, they need you more than I do." She muttered. She glanced at Sam for a moment before opening the door and slipping outside. Dean sighed. "Naomi, you're really drunk already. I'll give you more later."
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Sam followed. "Why didn't you read them? Wyatt I thought you were above of that."
Dean hesitantly gave her one, sighing. "Sam, I lied to her. Seb is back, There's a chance for them to rebuild their relationship. I only got three of her letters, I don't know what happened to the rest. I went along with whatever Seb told her because then they have a chance to actually be able to talk again..." Wyatt said softly, looking down. "I wrote replies to those three letters. I sent them but they came back, like I didn't have the right address. I still have them in my bag if you don't believe me." She hid her face in her hands, wondering if she had made the wrong choice.
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"So he would rather lie and make her hate you then rebuild their relationship?" Sam asked. "That's wrong, you deserve to build your relationship too. Naomi loves you so much and what she said was out of hurt. She trusted that you wouldn't do that. I understand why you lied, but you have to tell her."
Dean shook his head. "Not right now.." He answered. She was more than drunk enough right now. "I don't know Sam. I just know what I saw from that cage and what I was told.." She whispered. "Naomi and I will never be close like we were a long time ago. We just won't, yet that's all she wants. To go back and act like nothing happened... I will tell her eventually. Once she's sober for one. And calmer." Wyatt kept her eyes on the ground as they walked.
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"Hey don't listen to Lucifer. You guys will get close again." Sam said. "Believe me Dean and I are perfect examples. She just believes in you so much."
"Naomi, try to walk over to the other bed.." He told her. Dean decided if she stumbled then no more beer for now. "This isn't stuff that Lucifer said.. This is all me talking." She said quietly. Wyatt finally risked a glance at him. "Yeah. I guess. But you and Dean have stuff that has brought you closer together."
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"Yeah and this will bring you two together too." Sam said.
Dean knelt beside her. "I don't know." He replied. He had no idea that Wyatt had been lying. "You really think so?" Wyatt asked.
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"Yes." Sam said.
Dean gently wrapped an arm around her. "I know. I'm sorry.." Wyatt nodded. "You're pretty amazing Sam.. You know that, right?" She said with a faint smile.
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"Well thank you." Sam said with smile.
Dean nodded. "I know Naomi. You can talk to her more later, if you really want to.." Wyatt smiled lightly when she got him to smile.
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Sam glanced at the floor. "Do you want to go back?" He asked.
"Yes. She knows." Dean nodded. "Not really. But we can if you want.." She replied quietly.
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"We can go do something?" He suggested.
"Then get some rest." Dean carefully picked her up and set her on the bed that wasn't where Wyatt was before. "Like what?" She asked. Wyatt didn't want to go back into that hotel room yet, especially if Naomi was going to be awake and be upset from the moment she walked through the door.
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"I don't know explore this is New Orleans." He pointed out.
"I suck at story telling though." He replied. Dean sat on the edge of the bed. Wyatt shrugged. "Fair point." She looked around, biting her lip.
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"How about check out the French Quater for some ghosts?"
Seb smiled faintly. "How about I tell you one? Would that be alright?" He asked softly. "Sure." Wyatt answered. Ghosts were fascinating to her, they were different and unique from a lot of what they typically saw.
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Sam smiled softly."Okay."
Dean rolled his eyes. He stood up and got out of the way so Seb could tell her a story. Seb began to tell her a story, one that he had told both girls when they were little. Wyatt smiled faintly, biting her lip. She glanced over at Sam.
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Sam looked at her. "Do you have any salt on you and or weapons?" He asked.
After she fell asleep, Seb stopped telling the story. "I've got weapons, yes. A knife and my gun. And some bullets with salt." She answered quietly.
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Sam smiled. "Then lets go." He said grabbing her hand.
"I'm just thinking too much." Wyatt shrugged, sitting up beside him. She bit her lip and glanced at him.