Author's note: This is my first attempt at a more serious fic. It's set shortly after episode 5 of season 3. Yeah, I know that was a long time ago, but I just felt like I had to write this. Anyway I hope you like it.
Sam entered the bathroom stall and locked the door. He leaned against the wall. A small sob escaped his mouth and for the first time in what seemed like ages he allowed himself to cry. As tears flowed down his face, he remembered the words Dean had said to him just days earlier, about how Sam should just let him go. Just let him go? Sam wondered if Dean knew just how hypocritical he was for saying such a thing.
He started to sob louder. He wanted to scream. He wanted to hit the walls with his fists repeatedly. But the thought of doing so only brought more tears to his eyes, because he knew no matter how much he did that, no matter how angry he got, it wouldn't do any good. Dean was still going to die. Still going to Hell.
He buried his face in his hands and sunk down to the floor. He felt completely helpless. He wished all of this would turn out to be just a bad dream. But more then anything, he just wanted his brother.
And the worst part of all was that deep down, no matter how many times he tried to tell himself otherwise, he knew there was nothing he could do about it.
Well, there it is. I know there wasn't really a story & no dialogue. I'm sorry if those things bothered you. Please review.