A/N This takes place sometime during the recent episodes. I hope you like it! Enjoy!
Destroyed
Dean sits in his room in the bunker. He didn't sleep last night, nor the night before. The conversation with Sam playing over and over in his head.
Nothing he does is right. He has tried so hard to live up to the promise of protecting Sam, only to push him away in the process.
Not brothers, anymore.
Dean slams his hands down on the table and stands up.
The voices in his head won't stop and Dean sees red.
Dean throws his arms towards the table the table next to him. Destroying everything in his path. He pushes over a lamp causing it to crash to the floor, removing most of the light in the room. He shoves the rest of the contents to the floor.
Unsure of his intentions, Dean grabs a knife that had once sat on the table, from the floor and whips around to slash at the air, knowing it will not connect with anything. But it does.
The tray of food Sam is carrying drops from his hands. He looks from Dean, down to the blood pouring from the long, deep gash in his chest. His shaking hands move to grasp at it, but before they can reach it, he collapses. Eyes rolling back into his head and knees going out beneath him, he falls to the floor.
A/N Please let me know what you thought!
