(FIC: SPN) Will It All Away
Title: Will It All Away
Author: Stardancer
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: He hated him.
Warnings: Angst, some cussing.
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing.
Word Count: 290
A/N: Takes place right after Sam leaves for Stanford. Title from Evanescence (can't remember the song off the top of my head)
He hated him. He hated him with all that he was and didn’t give a damn about anything but that hate. He slammed his fist into the wall, not caring that he nearly broke bones as well as the skin of his knuckles. He wanted to tear him to pieces, to bruise him, make him bleed and scream and cry and…
And he was lying to himself.
He slumped against the wall while closing his eyes and tried to shove all the whirling emotions that he hated into a nice little locked box. If they were locked away, they couldn’t bother him and nothing could hurt him. Hurt-
He growled and swiped his bleeding hand through his hair. Damn him...damn him to hell- He pushed the thoughts away while raking both hands this time through his hair and leaving more sticky blood to spike his hair wildly.
He didn’t care.
As soon as the anger, rage, and hatred faded from his system, hurt welled into and up from his stomach. It formed a choking ball in his throat and all he wanted to do in that split second was curl up into a miserable ball and shake and just try to breathe for a moment, just long enough to get over it.
But he couldn’t...not right now...not with a job to do. He breathed deeply, shook himself like a dog shedding water, and felt that cool slide into another mind. This mind was chill, and purposeful, without anything but focus on the hunt, and exactly what he needed.
He took another deep breath, then picked up his duffel and stalked towards the door of the motel. He didn’t need to think of Sammy Sam, damnit - my name is Sam anymore.
Author: Stardancer
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: He hated him.
Warnings: Angst, some cussing.
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing.
Word Count: 290
A/N: Takes place right after Sam leaves for Stanford. Title from Evanescence (can't remember the song off the top of my head)
He hated him. He hated him with all that he was and didn’t give a damn about anything but that hate. He slammed his fist into the wall, not caring that he nearly broke bones as well as the skin of his knuckles. He wanted to tear him to pieces, to bruise him, make him bleed and scream and cry and…
And he was lying to himself.
He slumped against the wall while closing his eyes and tried to shove all the whirling emotions that he hated into a nice little locked box. If they were locked away, they couldn’t bother him and nothing could hurt him. Hurt-
He growled and swiped his bleeding hand through his hair. Damn him...damn him to hell- He pushed the thoughts away while raking both hands this time through his hair and leaving more sticky blood to spike his hair wildly.
He didn’t care.
As soon as the anger, rage, and hatred faded from his system, hurt welled into and up from his stomach. It formed a choking ball in his throat and all he wanted to do in that split second was curl up into a miserable ball and shake and just try to breathe for a moment, just long enough to get over it.
But he couldn’t...not right now...not with a job to do. He breathed deeply, shook himself like a dog shedding water, and felt that cool slide into another mind. This mind was chill, and purposeful, without anything but focus on the hunt, and exactly what he needed.
He took another deep breath, then picked up his duffel and stalked towards the door of the motel. He didn’t need to think of Sammy Sam, damnit - my name is Sam anymore.