Broken Man

"I won't let you bring me down
It's here and now I'm breaking out
I will learn to love again
But I will stand a broken man"
-Broken Man- Boys Like Girls

Carrie had just finished work when an urgent knock sounded upon it.

She was sat upon her white leather sofa, lights down low and legs crossed and a glass of Echo Falls in her hand, watching the news on the widescreen. Life was pretty good when you designed dresses for the rich posh bitches. Plus you got connections... and hey; free clothes.

She rolled her eyes as more news of destruction appeared on the news, then with the press of a button, switched the damn thing off. Carrie sighed, getting up and stretching her legs and the killer high heeled boots she had on. She walked to the full length mirror in the hallway, raising a hand to her hair, which was a lush shade of honey blonde, and all curled up into an elegant knot on the back of her head, her lips full and deep red. Her midnight blue eyes seemed to reflect her mood at the present moment- pissed off.

One of these high biggass "priority" clients had pulled out at the last minuet, making her newest... and rather expensive dress a write off. The stuck up posh bitch... what did she know about fashion-? Oh no- she goes shopping and buys something of the rack. Urgh... Carrie-Mae Thornes worst nightmare... a tracksuit.

She looked at her own dress now, admiring the soft waves of her deep red dress, then sighed, kicking of her heels and slipping out of the dress, flinging it onto the sofa, then walking upstairs in her corset, undoing her hair as she went.

She went into her vast bedroom complete with massive four poster bed in the center of the room complete with red silk hangings and covers. She had dated an interior designer a while back, and he was sweet enough to redo her rather large and impressive house.

Carrie lived alone, not bothering with guys- all they wanted was her money and body. What use were men-? Heartbreakers, the lot of them.

But it hadn't always been like this. She'd worked her way from the lowest of the low, to living in a gorgeous house in Florida, the job of her dreams and, best of all, unmarried and never held back by trivial things such as a husband or children. Her friends had always commented on how she kept herself to herself, blowing off any bachelor that threw himself at her.

She threw the mens hearts that they wore on their sleeves in the bin.

She had just put on her silken nightgown when the door went- urgent knocks to be precise. She frowned, looking at the time- it was just gone eleven. Carrie raised an eyebrow, then walked to the door, looking out the peephole, then gasped, backing off.

It couldn't be... not after all this time...

She slowly opened the door, shaking her head a little in disbelief. 'Sam Winchester... is that really you-?'

The figure framed in the doorway chuckled a little, part of him was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes so tired and dark... like he hadn't slept in days. 'Hey Carms.'

Carrie shook her head as he used his old nickname for her, and she whispered. 'Sam... what ha-? Where have you been!' Her eyes traveled up and down him now- six years had passed, and he had grown more lean, hard and muscular- more wild. Carrie felt an involuntary shiver creep down her spine as he lent forwards and pulled her into a hug, making her feel the hard muscles underneath the thin layers of clothing he had on.

'Sam...' she said quietly now, suddenly conscious on what she was wearing, and pulled her little silken red gown down as she said. 'You look half dead! Get in and we'll clean you up.'

Sam walked in, shaking his head a few times to try and disperse the... images from his head. Hell hadn't been easy to get out of... and he knew that it would catch up with him sooner or later. He could feel his soul... it was down in the Cage, and the link connecting his mind and body... it was fading.

He had felt so bad, so... guilty on crashing in on Carrie. She was one of the sweetest girls you could ever hope to meet... and he had shattered her heart...

Sam, to be quite honest, was expecting her to slap him and slam the door in his face... he wouldn't of blamed her.

But here she was setting him down on an expensive looking white leather sofa and pulling his jacket off, dashing to the washing machine and putting it in.

Now Carrie sat down next to him, eyes wide. 'Sam... what happened-?' She asked quietly, sincerely worried. Sam chuckled a little, taking the hot chocolate she offered him. 'Feels like I've been to Hell and back.' he tried to joke.

Carrie shook her head, tears forming in her eyes by now- it hurt... so bad seeing her old crush like this, who she'd once have sold her own soul for because she loved him so much it felt like the world revolved around him...

Now that she looked more carefully. Well, probably because she was so close that she could see every dark lash framing his eyes. Sam sighed, then backed off.

Carrie was too caring, too kind... too sweet to get her roped into all this...

'I'm... sorry I burst in like this...' he stood up now, running a hand through his hair, praying he didn't collapse from exhaustion. But Carrie saw right through him- like she always had. When he lied, she was there to slap his arm and tell him off...

'Look-' she said, getting up quickly, her eyes sympathetic. 'You don't have to tell me... just... go upstairs, run a shower and crash in the spare room- you look barely alive.'

Sam nodded, his head pounding like a rock concert and headed to the stairs, glancing back once and a small smile escaped his tired face.

Carrie watched him go, shaking her head as the past crashed down on her- why was this happening-? The very same man that had made her swear of guys... and now it was like he was back to haunt her-?

She loved him. She'd always loved him... how she had hoped in Stanford that he would see it. But no- he had been blind in the face of love and chose the new girl Jess...

It was only then that he realized what he'd done- broken his best friends heart by being so... ignorant.

He had took her hands in his and asked for the truth- Carrie had told him to get lost and ran of crying... that was the last time he had saw her...

But old wounds ran deep and never fully healed.

Carrie was in the spare room now, setting up the spare bed, putting his now clean clothes out on the bed, the memories painful- Sam had always been a "good little boy" but after the death of Jess, he vanished, and she had rang him so many times, their friendship surviving at all odds...

But no one ever got a reply...

Not even her...

And here he was, out of the blue crashed on her doorstep, looking half dead and no word of what he had been up to during the six years apart.

Now she heard the bathroom door close softly, and turned and jolted a little as the worst torture of all faced him- Sam wearing just one of her massive pure white towels, his hair, which was longer than she last saw it, matching his more wild apparel, was damp and hanging around his face. But what made her jump the worst, was seeing his body all laid out like that... deliberately taunting her as her eyes traced the contours of his chest.

'Here-' she swiftly said, averting her eyes as she pointed to the clean clothes. Sam sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. 'Thank you... so much, Carrie.'

She still felt that jolt when he said her name. Like she'd been shocked by a thousand tiny little batteries.

Carrie left the room now as he got changed, wishing he could tell her what happened.. why he had ran off after Jess.

But it was his choice, and she wasn't going to force an old, very good friend to divulge it all. Part of her didn't want to know the truth of the missing six years.

'Carrie-?'

She turned now to see him in his jeans and T-shirt, staring at her with serious eyes. 'Yes?' She said softly, looking up a fraction so she could meet his eyes.

'Car... I'm-'

She put a finger over his lips, going. 'Don't. It's all in the past.'

Sam was silent, then he hugged her again, putting his head on her shoulder and closing his eyes. 'But I am sorry Car... and bursting in here like this... I-' he sighed and didn't finish. Carrie held him in her arms, closing her eyes against his chest for a moment, then said, more business-like; like when she was designing a new dress.

'Bed. Now.'

Sam chuckled. 'You've not changed, have you?' Carrie smiled, then said. 'We'll talk in the morning yeah?' Sam nodded, kissing her forehead and saying once again. 'Thank you.' Carrie didn't speak at that, she didn't want to ruin this perfect moment she'd always dreamed of.

'Goodnight.' She smiled as she closed the door behind her.

But only just an hour later, she heard the yells.

Carrie sat up with a jolt at them, wondering what the hell was going on. She got up, pulling her dressing gown on and swiftly walked to the spare room. She put an ear against it, listening in the darkness- it sounded like Sam was having a nightmare. A pretty vivid one at that.

She opened the door and stood there for a moment- she could hear him saying unintelligible words to someone in his dream... he sounded... almost scared.

What had happened-? Why was he so... different... he was acting as if he'd just crawled out of Hell, and he had a few memories remaining, torturing him before they faded away.

She sighed, getting on the bed and lying beside him, putting an arm around his waist and hugging him tightly, hoping to fight of the nightmares. Suddenly, his body hardened, and he let out a small noise she couldn't discern.

Carrie held him tighter-

What had happened to her old friend-?

For you Ana(: hope you like it;D Yep. More soulless Sammy... man is that guy becoming addictive to write lmao! Oh well... reviews are loved(: X Nic