And sometimes it rains on a sunny day...

[likely_evil]

Adam was ash, back to the Earth he had come from. Sam found the biblical reference amusing, which let him ignore the sprained ankle, slashed wrists, and hole just above his liver. Dean had found him some good drugs to take the edge off the pain, but it still hurt like a bitch and standing up for so long had drained him.

Literally.

Anna had to support him as they watched over Adam while he got a hunter's funeral. The blood left in his body was being pulled down by gravity so he was light headed, and by the time the three of them were back at the Impala, Sam just curled up in the backseat and slept.

Anna and Dean weren't talking again, but what else was new? He just ignored them and slipped back off into the blissfulness of unconsciousness.

The next morning he woke up with a groan, his head pounding and still nauseous. "Water," he groaned, not even opening his eyes. Someone was in the room with him and would help him.

God he hated being this week. But he hated throwing up more and if he didn't get some water in his mouth soon...

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"Right here, Sammy." Anna cooed gently, shifting to sit on the bed beside him and help him drink. While Dean had left to go do... whatever the fuck it was he was doing... she was going to spend her last few days with Sam nursing him back to health before she left them for what could possibly be forever.

[likely_evil]

The wraps on his arms made it hard to flex his fingers - Dean had done it on purpose for that reason - but it sucked trying to hold things like glasses. So he was grateful for Anna's help.

He drank the entire glass. His appetite was still spotty at best, but he drank a lot. Liquid felt good, and supplements would keep him healthy until he was back into solids.

"You and Dean still fighting?" he asked, looking up at Anna. Dean wasn't here or else he'd be at his side the moment he woke up. Which meant he needed air. Only way he'd leave Sam alone when he's hurt.

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

Anna kept a hand on Sam's back to help keep him sitting up and her other took the empty glass to set aside on the nightstand. God, she was hoping he wouldn't ask about the silence between her and Dean. But... now it's time to tell the truth.

He deserved to know she was leaving. Anna was just hoping she wouldn't have to say it this soon. "N-No, Sam. We're not fighting." And if the tone didn't give it away, the tears in her eyes would.

[likely_evil]

Sam saw the tears and that worried him. He shifted in the bed, wincing at the pulling along his left ribs as he worked to sit up. "Anna, what's going on? I'm missing something here.."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

Anna shifted to steady Sam in her arms, not happy that he was straining himself to sit up.

"Sammy, don't move, okay? You'll tear your stitches." Sighing, Anna held him close to her and swallowed hard before speaking again.

"Your brother... he- he uh, ended things with us."

[likely_evil]

"My brother's an idiot, and you know it. Give him a few days and everything will be fine..."

He melted into her, wincing a bit because he knew it was useless to manuver when she's trying to hold him like that.

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

Anna loosened her hold on Sam to let him get comfortable while shaking her head.

"No, Sam. It won't be. It hasn't been fine for a while now."

[likely_evil]

"It's been a hard few months..." He relaxed back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "For all of us."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"I know. And that's why I am... handling this as well as I am." Sighing, she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.

"I've felt this coming for a while now, Sam. I hoped otherwise, because I love your brother, but... I know he needs to do this. Which is why I'm not angry with him at all. Make sure he understands that, okay?"

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

This got a small smile out of Anna, and she shifted so that Sam would be more comfortable in her arms. "Do me a favor, love? Don't let your brother beat himself up for this. I don't hate him, and I'm not angry with him. I love him, and my door will always be open for the both of you."

[likely_evil]

"I will try, but this is Dean. He doesn't listen to me most of the time when it comes to this stuff." He shifted a bit as well to get comfortable.

"And I'm glad to hear. Because with this war... there might be a day we'll need that door."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

Sighing, she nodded and gently kissed the top of Sam's head. "If it were up to me I'd be fighting right beside you boys."

[likely_evil]

"I'd rather you be safe. I don't want to lose anyone else."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"You and Dean both." She whispered.

[likely_evil]

"It's why I can understand his reasoning, even if the timing sucks."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

Nodding, she shifted a little to help Sam lay back down in bed before curling up next to him and pulling the covers up. She was cold and exhausted from staying up all night to keep watch over him. "I wish it didn't hurt so much to love him."

[likely_evil]

"Part of being around Dean. Caring about him one minute, resisting shooting him the next."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know, Sammy. I know." She sighed, defeated.

[likely_evil]

"So I guess faking sick after I get better isn't going to be a good diea to keep you around, huh?"

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

Chuckling, she lifted her head to shake it at him before propping up on an elbow. "Probably not. Your brother knows you too well. He'd be able to tell right away if you're fakin' it."

[likely_evil]

"He doesn't know me as well as he thinks," Sam said softly.

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"Sammy... I didn't mean it like that. I just-- he knows how to read people, just like I do."

[likely_evil]

"Yeah." His lip twitched a bit. Sam was convinced that Dean was blind to the things right in front of him, no matter how well he thought he knew people.

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"I need some sleep, Sam. I have a long few days ahead of me."

[likely_evil]

"Sure." He looked over at the table. "Can you give me another shot of the painkillers first. It's starting to wear off."