Sam could only stand there in silent hurt as he watched the door close, as he watched Dean walk out. A flood of emotions washed over him threatening to take him under, to drown him with their despair. He couldn't get his limbs to work. They refused to. It might have been the shock that settled into his body that made him feel incredibly numb or it could be the pain that worked its way to his chest and had his heart pounding fiercely. It was loud even to his own ears but that might be because of the deadly silence filling the air.
Sam stood there staring at the small trash can beside the door because inside of that tin of metal was an item that held special meaning. An item that was just tossed carelessly away as if it meant absolutely nothing. It's small 'clank' as it hit the bottom could be heard as a nuclear bomb in Sam's head. Loud, clear and affirmative. The only difference was that to Sam it was worse than a bomb and more destructive than an explosive but with similar effect. It was something that could destroy everything in it's path, that difference being that instead of a well armed bomb ready to explode it was something much, much worse.
It was words, it was action. It was Dean. It was his brothers way of saying, 'I give up on you,' as he held the small necklace over the trash can where he let it dangle for a few seconds, just long enough for Sam to watch, then let it drop.
Dean didn't give a side way glance behind him as he opened the door and shut it leaving Sam alone.
Sam filled the distance between him and the trash with small steps. He slowly bent over, hesitating only for a fraction of a second, and picked the amulet up from its discarded place at the bottom. He stared at it. He remembered giving it to Dean as a present on christmas and the smile that broke out on his brothers face when he unwrapped it was enough to make Sam's own grin grow. With amazement in his eyes and a simple, 'I love it, Sam,' Dean had placed it over his neck and that's where it remained. Dean never took it off, not even when he showered. It stayed with Dean wherever he went, resting there against his chest comfortably.
Until now.
Sam clutched it in his hand. He felt that phantom pain, that ghost of a touch squeezing his chest painfully. He has been punched, cut, stabbed, choked but none of the physical blows he got compared to the way he felt emotionally right then and there.
It was a scale all its own and Sam was feeling the weight of Dean's action crushing him to his core.
He sighed deeply, trying to regain his composure. Sam placed the object safety into the pocket of his jacket before walking out of the room.
A/N: Okay, until I know which story in writing, Fighting Darkness or err, the other one XD (Forgot the name) Imma write this small Amulet-fix. Because I hated that episode. Like, alot. An if I were Sam I would have picked the Amulet up and kept it. Simple as that XD. Will be 2 to 3 chapters long.
Disclaimer- I do not own Supernatural or Sam and Dean Winchester. Oh but if I did, the things I could do...**Cough cough** ignore that.