The Aftermath
WARNING: CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS!
It had been exactly a month since Lizzie's deal had come due, and Crowley's hellhound came and dragged her soul to Hell. Before that, Lizzie had been engaged to Sam Winchester, whom she had been traveling with along with Sam's older brother Dean. When Lizzie first met Sam and Dean, she knew nothing about hunting demons, although she did know quite a lot about them (demons), since she had been working as a religious demonologist when she met Sam and Dean.
The connection between Sam and Lizzie was instantaneous! You could say it was literally 'love at first sight' for both of them!
A year and a half after their first date, Sam proposed to Lizzie, unaware that she had sold her soul to Crowley so Sam could have his soul back.
Sam went downhill almost immediately after Lizzie's death. He stopped eating, he wouldn't sleep (and when he did he would call out Lizzie's name while he slept), and he drank excessively. As time went on, Sam became increasingly depressed and withdrawn.
Dean didn't realize the severity of his brother's grief until one day about a month after Lizzie's death.
Sam was outside helping Dean change the oil in the Impala, when Dean noticed a reddish stain on the sleeve of Sam's shirt. "Sammy, you're bleeding,'' Dean commented. Sam looked down at his sleeve and quickly tried to hide it. "It's nothing, Dean,'' he said. "It's…" But Dean was too quick as he grabbed Sam's arm and wrenched back his sleeve. There were at least twenty horizontal cuts along Sam's outer and inner forearm. "Sam!" Dean gasped. "What the hell?" "I cut myself!" said Sam, rolling up his other sleeve and showing Dean twenty more self-inflicted cuts. "Why?'' asked Dean, still looking shocked. "Because it makes me feel better! You wouldn't understand!" said Sam as he rolled his sleeves back down and went back into the house (He and Dean were staying at Bobby Singer's place).
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Sam walked into the kitchen, reached into his rucksack by the back door, and pulled out and x acto knife, took off the cap, sat down, and slid the blade across his forearm. He sighed deeply as he watched the blood seep out of the cut. He then took a wad of paper towel, and pressed it to the wound to staunch the bleeding.
"Hey, Sam,'' said a female voice as Sam looked up. A girl with curly brown hair was smiling at him. "Hey, Meg,'' said Sam. "What are you doing here?" "Dean called me,'' said Meg smiling. "He told me about your little issue,'' she said, nodding at the tissue that Sam was holding on his forearm. "I've heard of humans doing that. Can I see?"
Sam hesitated. "Come on!" said Meg sincerely. "I won't tell anyone,'' Sam sighed, then pulled the paper towel away to reveal the fresh cut he made in his forearm.
Meg cringed. "Doesn't that hurt?" she asked. "Only when I want it to,'' said Sam, not looking at Meg. Meg sat down and put a hand on Sam's shoulder. "I miss her too,'' she said, staring down at her right wrist where she wore a friendship bracelet made of different shades of purple craft floss, and across it were lettered beads spelling out her name - Lizzie had given it to her as a present right before her deal came due.
"I know it's been hard…" she began, but Sam cut her off. "You have no idea!" he said somewhat angrily.
