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#He's leaving his house with Jess, Zack and Chelsea waiting by the door, when his heart skips a bit or a dozen. In the corner of his eye, as he closes the door, he thinks he can see a slick black hood and no, no, no, no, it can't be, because it can't be anything good.
He turns around pretty sure he's not breathing and drops his books at the sight.
His father is standing against the driver's door, looking like he hasn't slept in days. Eyes downcast, shoulders slumped.
No, no, no, no, no.
Sam's stomach hurts in physical pain.
He's down the steps before he realizes he's moving and he can sense Jess and his friends hovering behind him but he doesn't care. No. No.
No, no, no, no, no.
He's fully intended on yelling, but what comes out of his mouth is a hoarse whisper and he's surprised at his voice breaking so soon.
"Where's Dean?"
His father flinches. And no, no, no, no, no. No.
"Dad…", he sees Jess jump a little in surprise and only then he realizes she's reached his arm.
"… where's…." Pause. No, no, no, no, no. "Where's Dean?"
A shallow whisper that sounds like "Sammy..." is his only answer and Sam's vision is tunneling.
No, no, no, no, no.
John straightens up, takes a deep breath, tries to look up. What Sam sees is a vision he never thought he'd live to see. His father's eyes are red and bloodshot and no. No.
No, no, no, no, no.
"He'd want you to keep the ca…"
And Sam's yelling now.
"I-don't-want-the-FUCKING-car-I-want-my-brother-WHERE-IS-HE? WHERE-IS-HE? WHERE-IS-HE? Dad? DAD! "
Sam's yelling, he's screaming and he's trashing and he's down and no, no, no, no,no and he doesn't realize his father is holding him until his heart breaks because his father smells like Dean and no.
No, no, no, no, no.