ag for Raising Lazarus
Summery: "I thought it was my car." The sum of four months of hurt, loss and denial.
For Stray
Sam sank into the passenger seat of the Impala. It had been a long time since he'd ridden shotgun. If the seat welcomed him back—Dean so often humanized his "baby"—then Sam didn't feel it. As he stared out the front windshield he didn't feel anything.
Completely numb.
"What is this?"
"It's an ipod jack," matter-of-fact. Small words, simple concepts. It was all he had the strength for. Dean's replies filtered through him, but his mind couldn't get past the voice.
The voice he never thought he'd hear again.
"I thought it was my car." The sum of four months of hurt, loss and denial. He knew Dean heard it too when the older hunter tossed the offending object into the back without care, and Sam couldn't manage to be bothered. If the music had been his attempt to move on, the removal of it was the first sign that he wouldn't have too.
And as the ipod smacked against the backseat Sam had his brother back.