Authors Note: This fic takes part of a series based on the actual episodes of Supernatural. Sam Winchester belongs to the creator and writers for the show (you hear that Sam? they OWN you). Background on Kayla can be found in previous episodes from the series.
My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul.
-William Shakespeare
By Way of Sorrow
It had been two weeks since Lilith came to collect and he watched his brother's life violently ripped away from him. Though he'd spent the last three hundred hours trying to make sense of everything, Sam couldn't see the reason for it. They'd helped people, saved lives, made the world a little bit safer and who the hell cared? He'd go back and destroy every good deed they did if it meant Dean was sitting next to him right now cracking a lame joke.
His research now went in the same circles as it did before. Nothing new, nothing helpful. Nothing that was going to get him out. As for Kayla, well, to be honest he didn't know what Kayla had done for two weeks. Without a word of explanation she'd checked into the room next to him, connected by a door they never opened. In a way it was a relief; seeing her suffer only added to his misery.
The silence he had grown accustomed to was interrupted by a knocking at the side door. It wasn't locked but she was knocking. Sam got up from the desk and pulled the door open.
"Let's go open the hell gate."
"You say that like we can just go out and do it."
"I know, we don't have the colt. But we still have that replica right? The same model?"
"The colt is the colt, I doubt a replica is gonna work."
"But we can try. Plus, I've been doing some research and I found some spells and rituals that we can try, you know, just give it everything."
Sam sighed quietly, he had been doing his own research on the gate and probably found similar information. "We don't know what's going to come out of there."
"But we know what could come out of there. Everything else we can kill."
He looked at her for a long time. She seemed to be rested and composed, like she'd already set this plan in her head and was ready to go. Finally he stepped back away from the doorway.
"Okay." He closed his laptop and pulled the plug out of the wall. The idea wasn't completely insane; he'd thought about it himself. If dad climbed his way out through the gates, Dean sure as hell could.
Satisfied with the quick response, Kayla grabbed her already packed bag off her bed and brought it out to the Impala. As she tossed it into the trunk and walked around she paused to look at the driver's seat. The spot where Dean should be. She swallowed her grief and climbed into the passenger seat.
Sam drove in silence for hours. Admittedly he tried to get into her thoughts, but there was nothing to listen to. Her mind was as blank as her expression as she stared out the window. Maybe she'd figured out how to block him out. The only time she moved until the first gas station was to turn on the radio: classic rock. Ironic how she couldn't stand it when they first met up. Seemed like a lifetime ago now.