Re: Filled Rolling the Dice part 4/4snarkymuchAugust 21 2012, 14:45:45 UTC
Sam felt ashamed of himself, of what he done or almost done. But the worst part was he still wanted to do it, he still wanted to end it all. If anything, being so exposed made him want to just curl up with his gun and stop the pain and worthlessness for good. What kind or san or brother was he?
A tear rolled down Sam’s cheek, and he tried to wipe it away before they saw it, but it was too late.
“Sam,” John said quietly, stepping forward.
Sam tried to step back but he stumbled over the dead body and cringed back.
Dean reached out and grabbed his arm. “Easy, Sam. Just take a few slow breaths for me, okay?”
Sam furrowed his brow, looking confused. It wasn’t until Dean placed a hand on his chest and pressed down that he realized how fast his breathing had become.
Sam looked up at Dean, tears in his eyes. “It just hurts so much.”
“I know it does, but we're going to try and work on that, okay?”
Dean reached out and gave Sam’s shoulder a squeeze.
Sam nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “Yeah.”
“Come on,” Dean said, putting a hand on his back and guiding him forward. “Let’s go take a look at that hand.”
For the first time in a long time, some of the weight he had been carrying with him lifted and he didn’t feel quite so alone. Things weren’t going to be easy and they’d probably never be perfect, but that’s was all right, because he wasn’t alone anymore.
A tear rolled down Sam’s cheek, and he tried to wipe it away before they saw it, but it was too late.
“Sam,” John said quietly, stepping forward.
Sam tried to step back but he stumbled over the dead body and cringed back.
Dean reached out and grabbed his arm. “Easy, Sam. Just take a few slow breaths for me, okay?”
Sam furrowed his brow, looking confused. It wasn’t until Dean placed a hand on his chest and pressed down that he realized how fast his breathing had become.
Sam looked up at Dean, tears in his eyes. “It just hurts so much.”
“I know it does, but we're going to try and work on that, okay?”
Dean reached out and gave Sam’s shoulder a squeeze.
Sam nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “Yeah.”
“Come on,” Dean said, putting a hand on his back and guiding him forward. “Let’s go take a look at that hand.”
For the first time in a long time, some of the weight he had been carrying with him lifted and he didn’t feel quite so alone. Things weren’t going to be easy and they’d probably never be perfect, but that’s was all right, because he wasn’t alone anymore.
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