Sam Winchester (
likely_evil) wrote2009-04-25 12:22 am
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And sometimes it rains on a sunny day...
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...
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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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.
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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.
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"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."
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He melted into her, wincing a bit because he knew it was useless to manuver when she's trying to hold him like that.
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"No, Sam. It won't be. It hasn't been fine for a while now."
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"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?"
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"And I'm glad to hear. Because with this war... there might be a day we'll need that door."
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