A.N.: Takes place directly after the credits roll on 6x22. Just thoughts about what Sam is going through after the wall comes tumbling down. Hope you like! Thanks as always for reading and reviewing, I love and appreciate all the time you put into me. :D Special shout out to Dorothy, just because you are the best! :-) Happy 9-10-11 to all! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I just like to play with the characters.
He's on his knees. Crashing down to the ground with nothing but a soft flutter of wings and a hoarse cry of "SAM!" registering in his ears.
He's on his knees. Begging, pleading, and whimpering. Please no more, please, God, please, make it stop.
He's on his knees. Praying, head bent, mumbling words for forgiveness, forgetting and absolution.
He's on his knees. Pressed into leather and muscle and held so tightly he feels like he might snap under the pressure.
He's on his knees. Gravel cutting into his flesh, voice and hands and steady heartbeat all grounding him in reality.
He's on his knees. Looking up at his big brother and urging him with agonized hazel to just end it already.
He's on his knees. Shaken and sick, but still here.
He's on his knees. Pulling a bloodied but breathing sibling into the safety of his arms for once.
He's on his knees. Staring down at grave that is not his or his brothers, the dirt gripped in his hands turning into mud as the rain falls.
He's on his knees. Thanking a God that he had long since stopped believing in that the grizzled man's pulse thrums under his palm.
He's on his knees. Seeking answers to a life that since he has come all the way back has seemed splintered and terrible.
He's on his knees. Gasping in breathes as he pushes off of Dean and pulls himself together.
He's on his feet. Bruised and battered but no longer broken.
A.W.: Ironically there are thirteen lines in this little diddy and S7 is thirteen days away! Totally coincidental, but awesome! :)