Can You Stand the Rain?
"I… didn't mean it, Dean, you know I didn't." Sam's face fell even further. For him, this was a 'good' thing; supposed to 'solve' everything. If he wasn't there anymore, he wouldn't fight with Dad, wouldn't upset Dean so much—couldn't tear the family apart like he was.
"How's that, Sam? How can you say that?" Dean spat, suddenly unafraid to show his emotions. For once, Sam thought. He didn't really want this to end, he didn't want to leave his brother, but he couldn't stay, either. It just wasn't possible, not now.
"Dad said it himself, Dean. I'm not welcome in this family anymore," He replied. "I'm not like you. I have to go. You have to understand." He reached tentatively for his bag, avoiding making contact with Dean's razor sharp expression. A heavy hand came down upon his wrist, fingers wrapping around it tightly, pressing against his skin.
"You can't." He whispered, hazel eyes stinging with pain and the tears Sam didn't want to see. "You can't go." I need you, Dean added silently. Sam seemed to understand the disguised message in Dean's tone, and let the handle of his bag slip from his grasp, falling back onto the bed with a thud. His lips moved to speak, but he had to stay strong, "No, Dean." His voice shook, though, with emotion, and Dean could see this as his way in. He dropped his brother's arm.
"See! You don't want to go, do you?"
Never in his life had Sam seen his brother like this. Dean's anger was bordering hysteria, and he could see that he had hurt his older brother. "It's about Dad, isn't it? You're leaving because of him." The eldest brother's voice had softened, and he turned away from Sam. "You're leaving because of what that bastard said to you." His words were sharp, as if to say 'he's your father, but not mine anymore', and Sam knew that he meant every word.
"You can come with me, or come up to visit," he reasoned. "Stay in my dorm, at least until I get my own place."
"Until I get my own place." Those words made the idea final in Dean's mind. Sammy was leaving him, and there was nothing he could say to stop him. He took a deep breath, and wrapped his hand around the handle of Sam's heavy duffel bag. He could break down later when Sam wasn't there, but right now, he needed to be a good big brother, for what could possibly be the last time in his mind.
He closed his eyes, holding the bag out to Sam. "We'll… you know, keep in touch, won't we?" He questioned.
Sam nodded, and without a word, wrapped his too-long arms around his brother's shoulders and pulled him into an embrace. Dean would've kicked his ass for the chick-flick moment, but right now, he didn't care.