Sam Winchester dodged to the right, a ball of white light just barely missing his skull. Instead, it singed the side of his dark brown hair, burning some of it off. He crouched behind a boulder, fingering what was remaining of the left side of his hair. He groaned in fustration. Now he would have to cut it to make it even. Of course that would mean finding scissors. And that would mean trading and...
What was he doing? He was getting chased by an angel and all he could think about was his hair. His brother, Dean, should have been right behind the angel, Joel, ready to pierce it's heart with an angel blade. But he wasn't. So where was he?
As Sam sat behind the boulder thinking over his plan, Joel crept up and kicked him in the back, sending him flying face first into the hunk of rock. Sam's nose cracked and bent to the side, surely broken. A hot wave of pain surged through Sam. He tried to ignore it, and turned around. He spit blood on Joel's shoe and chuckled. "Is that all you got?"
The angel laughed as Sam struggled to stand up. Once Sam was on his feet, he swung and punched Joel in the face. He hardly moved an inch. "Is that all you got?" He said, mimicking Sam.
Joel grabbed Sam by the neck and squeezed. Sam wheezed and gasped for air. "Stop. Please. You...don't have to do...this." Joel laughed. "You, Winchesters. Always so quick to beat up us...'monsters', but when you get caught," Joel sucked in a harsh breath, "you plead for your lives. You make the mistake of thinking that we will spare you."
Suddenly his grip on Sam loosened as a silver blade drove through Joel's heart. "And you make the mistake of believing us." Dean's gruff voice said. Joel stared wide eyed at Sam before his eyes exploded with blue light and his lifeless body crashed to the ground. Sam collapsed to the ground, breathing deeply, trying to regain his breath. "Thank you." He said as his breathing evened out.
Dean nodded and held out his hand for Sam. Sam grasped it and pulled himself up. "You ready to head back to Camp?" Dean said, pursing his lips.
"Is something wrong, Dean? Why weren't you behind me earlier?" Sam asked, frowning.
"I got word from Camp D."
"Well, what happened?" Sam said, rubbing his still burning throat.
"Just...follow me."
After about twenty minutes of trudging through the barren wasteland that was Sam and Dean Winchester's home, they reached Camp D. Sam looked in front of him at all the crying children, no older then seven or eight, and the dejected looking adults. Seeing this, Sam jogged over to Bobby Singer, the brother's oldest and most faithful friend. "Bobby, what the hell happened here?"
Bobby stared at him. "What do you think makes people act like this, boy?"
Sam now understood. "Someone died." Bobby rolled his eyes. "About time you figured it out, idjit."
"Who was it? Please tell me it wasn't Charlie. Or Gabriel. God!" Sam cried out.
"God isn't going to do anything about it." Bobby said, patting Sam on the shoulder. "Don't worry. It wasn't them. It was..."
"Bobby, just tell him." Dean said, walking over to them. "He needs to know."
"I...dammit, I can't!" Bobby yelled, a small tear leaking out of his eye.
"Fine. If no one else has the goddamn guts to tell him, I will." Dean grabbed Sam by the shoulders, and turned him around so that they were face to face. "It was Kevin."
Sam just stared blankly at Dean, the words not registering. "What?"
"He went out with Ben and Greg to look for the second piece of the angel tablet. These two angel dicks jumped them. Greg was the only person who made it out."
"No. He...he can't be dead! Maybe the angels took him and - and he's still alive." Sam waved his hands around desperately.
"Sam, Greg watched one of them drive a knife through his skull. I'm pretty sure he's gone."
Sam shoved Dean away from him. "Jesus, Dean! Do you have to be such an asshole all the time?"
Sam threw his blade on the ground and stormed to his tent, tears falling from his eyes. Kevin was Sam's friend. No, not just friend. Best friend. Sam and Kevin had been childhood friends, and stuck through it together when Micheal came down to Earth, ruining everything. They had stuck together when Kevin found a strange tablet and realized he could read the word of God. Dean had never cared for him much. He only kept Kevin around for the tablet. "When are you going to get new friends, Sammy? Just leave this annoying kid." He had once said. Sam had never listened to his older brother, continuing to stick by Kevin.
Sam reached his tent and sat on the edge of his cot, putting his head into his calloused hands. He was sad. And angry. He knew it was bad, but in that moment he let anger overpower him. He needed someone to be mad at. Conviently, Dean walked in. Sam made up him mind.
"What the hell do you want?" Sam snapped.
"Sam, listen, I know you're grieving right now but-"
"No, Dean, you listen. I'm sick and tired of you never caring!" Sam said, standing up and facing his brother.
"Caring?"
"Yeah. Caring. You don't care about me, about Bobby, about..." Sam's voice cracked, "...about Kevin. The only person you care about is yourself."
"Hey. Lay off, man. I get that you're angry. Hell, I get it more then you can imagine. But don't take it out on me. Take it out on those dicks who killed him." Dean said, stepping closer to Sam. That was a mistake.
"Shut the hell up!" Sam yelled, and pushed Dean away from him.
Dean stumbled a little bit. He glared at his younger brother, and stalked out of the room. Sam collapsed on his 'bed' and started to sob. He had had enough of this world. The world over run by Micheal. The world where his friends and family died. The world where he could never be free, no matter how much he tried.
As the last rays of sun trickled below the earth, Sam Winchester fell asleep with fresh tears running down his crooked nose.
