Warning: Major Angst. For me anyway. I scared myself to death by actually writing angst, so it could probably use a bit of CC
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, unfortunately. If I did, there would be a whole lot more taking off of the shirt after a demon fight, you'd better believe. However, I do not, and due to this oversight, we currently have one measly little sex scene (and the lighting was crap, so it doesn't really count) and a scant handful of shirtless!Dean. We do have shirtless!Sammy however, which was very much of the good.
The sky was tinted dark gray, the clouds angry and filled with rain. He tilted his face up and waited for the deluge that now poured from above him to wash away the hurt, the pain, the fear that he knew could cripple him. The moment never came. The raindrops fell, moisture on skin and in eyes, eyes that no longer saw but focused inward on
…images flashed through his mind, too fast to know, and yet he saw every moment clearly, as if in slow motion. He knew every bead of sweat, every drop of blood, every gasping breath…
His eyes now closed, he could pretend that the saltwater running down his cheeks was just rainwater and the sound of his heart breaking over and over was just thunder. He could imagine that the last forty-eight hours had never happened. He could wish that he didn't now live in his own personal Hell on Earth. He could hope to wake up at any moment from this nightmare, shaking and sweaty, whimper silent and caught in his throat. And he could pray to the higher power he never believed existed that his brother was not dead. That the man he owed his life to in so many different ways had not left this world to keep him alive.
Opening his eyes, he let out a sigh that might as well have come, and perhaps it did, from the bottom of his soul. A soul that was torn and bleeding, less than whole, a puzzle jumbled up and missing the most important pieces. He was cold, a bitter lack of warmth that he felt in his bones. He was soaked to the skin and didn't even notice, too wrapped in his thoughts. The world could end and it wouldn't have mattered. His already had. A car could run him over, lightning could strike, he was indifferent to it all. He might even welcome the pain. Embrace it. Cherish it. Because for those few moments, those precious seconds, he wouldn't hurt. And he could forget he was alone.
Fin
There it is. Whatcha think?