Written for the prompt: left
Word count: 200 (sorry!)
Summary: There's nothing Dean can say
Tag to 12.3, so spoilers.
His mother's leaving. Because, of course. Dean nods grimly at her announcement, despairing at how stupid he'd been to ever allow himself hope. He steps back as she approaches, averting his eyes, unwilling to feel what would surely be lacking in her embrace. It's crystal clear he's not what she wants, can never be what she needs.
He sneaks a hungry glance as she wraps Sam in her arms but looks away when she turns to say he's loved as well. It's ridiculous to feel left out when he chose not to engage. But he does. Oh, he does.
She picks up Dad's journal and Dean wants to tell her no. She can't abandon them and take their strongest link to their father along with her. He bites his tongue as she walks down the steps and gathers her things.
Sammy's staring at him, he can feel it. Begging him to say something, anything, to fix this. But there's nothing to say. Their lives have passed without her and the hopes and dreams she had for her precious children will never be realized. He's not anyone's innocent lamb. Sam's not either.
The door squeals open, slams closed and she's gone.