Gibbs: For Jenn, she prompted me and this is what came of it! Thanks soo much to Val for betaing
Sam had never punched Ruby. Aimed a gun at her once though never actually hit her. But as she stood there, hands on her hips and said "it's just a scratch," he really wanted to smack her. She must have gotten the hint because the next time he looked up she was gone.
She was right. It wasn't bad. It wasn't deep. It could be fixed. It wouldn't even take long, but she was wrong.
It wasn't just a scratch.
He ran his hand along the cold metal of the Impala, feeling the break in its surface. Touch up paint would make it good as new. But it wasn't just a scratch.
Sam was thirteen the first time Dean reamed him out for "Impala abuse". That time involved a soccer ball bouncing off the hood. There was a first and last time for everything.
He was looking at the scratch that wasn't a scratch, but what he saw was Lilith's white eyes and Dean's vacant ones. Sam leaned his hands against the hood and brought his foot back. He kicked the tire. He kicked it again. He kept kicking it well after his foot started bleeding inside his sneaker. He kept kicking it until his head was throbbing and he couldn't see anything through the moisture collecting in his eyes.
He didn't remember sitting down. Didn't remember leaning his head back on the Impala. He sat there letting the sobs wrack his tall frame. He sat there and swore to himself Lilith would die. He would make her suffer.
And it wouldn't just be a scratch.
