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Margherita
(based on Marco Borsato's song, Margherita)
"Wil niemand me vertellen, dat ik alles heb gedroomd?"
He could hear him speaking on the phone, to God only knew who. He could still hear the angry tone of voice he'd used on him before, somewhere hidden behind silly enthusiasm about a new hunt. Or something. Some very unwanted tears were stinging behind his eyes, but he wasn't going to let them go.
He could hear him say he was going to pack his things, just up and leave. Just like that, because only God knew he couldn't take this any longer. Those words easily flowed into sentences that struck him like lightening with a devastating force. And he couldn't do anything but cry, because he hadn't expected this to flow out of a little misunderstanding.
The silence around him was beating him up from the inside when Dean stopped talking, and it left a horribly dreadful feeling that terrified him. Dean's words where wheeling around his mind, and he only wished Dean would've told him earlier that he was feeling like they were drifting apart. Because, before this, Sam never would've thought about it.
His tears were losing a battle with his desperation and all he wished for was to be a little boy again, so he could shamelessly curl up against his big brother on the couch and tell him he was 'the most awesome brother in the whole wide world'. If he did that now, Dean would take him to a mental institution. He chuckled ruefully, finally realizing that Dean was in fact right, and they hadn't been brother for a long time.
But everything that had always seemed so safe, turned out to be as unpredictable as a house of cards and had started to crumble a little over an hour ago.
He watched as Dean entered the room, silently questioning the mood he was in. It was like someone else had crawled into Dean's body and threw away all the boundaries his brother had always so carefully kept. And Sam didn't even notice.
He woke up gasping, his face and body covered with a sheet of sweat.