Sam wasn't feeling that much better that he should have been leaving the house and facing down vegetables, but he knew that it would be better for Claire to find out about Peter from him than from the inevitable grapevine of Fandom. He wasn't sure what he'd say as he knocked on her door, but he hoped the right words would come.
Somehow, in all of Sam's mental preparation for this conversation, he hadn't imagined that Claire would be in a good mood. It felt like the whole world should be in mourning with him, and he almost felt guilty for having to break her high spirits. "I need to talk to you. It's really important," he said.
There was something in his tone that made her feel a little bit queasy. "Okay," she said, sliding over and patting the space next to her. "What's wrong? Is Dean okay?"
"I'm sorry," Sam said. He took a few deep breaths so he wouldn't lose it in front of her, not wanting to make her feel worse. "Peter called me on Sunday and said he thought it was going to happen but...he had Nathan and his mother and Isabel, and we all thought he'd be fine. He wouldn't even let me come help."
"He was trying to keep us out of danger. I think...I think Peter knew it wasn't going to end well, and didn't want people to worry." Sam moved to sit down beside Claire. "I'm so, so sorry."
"I want to be mad at them, but I can't be," Sam said, slipping his arm around Claire's waist. "I think about what it must have felt like when they took off and..." He trailed off, unable to vocalize more of that without making himself nauseous.
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"What about them?" she asked, dreading his response.
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She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to banish the images from last November from her mind.
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But she was also starting to cry.
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