What Am I Supposed to Do?-Season 2
3AM and he's tracing circles with the blade of his knife.
4AM and the circles are forever engraved into the old wood of the cabin's only table.
5AM and he's apologizing through tears and anger. 5AM and the ratty wooden chair is thrown across the room.
6AM and the knife is embedded in the table. 6AM and he's gone, driving away as though the hounds of hell are on his tail. Maybe they are.
7AM and the light of the morning is creeping through cracks in boarded up windows. 7AM and he's pulling his newly alive brother into his arms around Sam's yelp of pain. 7AM and he's closing his eyes before forcing an easy smile to keep the tears at bay.
