Nov. 20th, 2009

likely_evil: (Thinking - Looking down)
Sam knew that look in his brother's eyes as he sat next to the fireplace at Bobby's place. It was the hurt and lost look. The "I don't want to talk about it" look. The "I'm hurting and I can't let myself show it."

The "I failed" look that Dean wore anytime someone died on a job. But this time Sam knew the look better than Dean could know.

It was the look Sam had worn so many times before - Jess. Dad. Madison. Dean. And even Ruby. The pain of losing someone who you loved more than just a girl in the next town, or the buddy you saw once a year if you were lucky. he knew that pain intimately, and he knew it wasn't something that you could face alone. Hell, Dean had already shown just how well he could handle it on his own.

. . . )
likely_evil: (Demon - hurt)
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I hate you.

Sam was angry. He was very angry and he didn't know what to do with that emotion. It was like a fire in him and he couldn't stay still. He wanted to go into a tree but he couldn't sit still. He wanted to hide in the Impala but Dean would find him. So he just kept walking, not caring where he went but he had to keep moving or he was going to do something he didn't want to do.

"Hey, watch where you're going, G!" A man in an oversized hoodie and low hung jeans shouldered Sam as he walked by, then turned around and yelled at Sam. The two men who were with him turned as well, smirking.

"You watch where you're going. You're the one who hit me," Sam stated over his shoulder, but he kept walking.

"Whoa, hold on a sec. Don't you be disrespecting me, boy." The thug grabbed Sam's shoulder and spun him around to look into his eyes, the gasped at the blackness. "What are you, some kinda freak?"

. . . )


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