Just a one shot based on episode 4x14. So spoilers for that epi
The title and first line are from Pink Floyd
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, I just like to have my very angsty fun :D
Empty Spaces
What shall we use to fill the Empty Spaces where we used to talk?
Sam had asked if they were okay but the truth was they were far from okay, any idiot could see that. Things hadn't been okay between them for a long time. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he had realised this but now it was beginning to eat away at him. It was all he could think about; the secrets Sam had kept, the lies he had told. The fact he was associating with demons and using powers that two years ago he had been terrified of.
He didn't know his own brother anymore. When he looked into his eyes he could not see the little boy he had grown up protecting, the young man who wanted to go to college and have a normal life and the man who had fought so hard to save his brother. They were all gone and had been replaced by a complete stranger who was headed down a such a dark path that even God and the Angels felt the need to stop him. Castiel had told Dean to stop Sam but he was failing. He couldn't save his brother and it was killing him.
He just wished that Sam would talk to him about what was going on inside his head. Once upon a time he had been an open book, even encouraging Dean to do the same but those days were long gone. He was a closed book now and it had taken a siren of all things to bring everything out into the open.
And Dean was angry. He hated what Sam had said to him. He hated that Sam had said he was weak, too weak to hunt Lilith. But the thing that made him most angry was that Sam had thrown what Dean had told him about Hell back in his face. It had taken a lot for Dean to open up like he did. The torment of Hell was still very fresh and very raw in his memory; the pain and anguish that he felt tore at him and all he wanted to do was forget. He had told Sam what he had gone through at his insistence because Sam always seemed to have a desperate need to know what was going on inside his brother's head; much to Dean's annoyance. What Sam had said to him really hurt. His voice had been so cold.
Dean could only wonder whether Sam truly meant what he had said or if it was just the heightened tension that the sirens spell had created. Whatever the hell it had been it had left Dean feeling hurt and angry at his brother. Not that he would ever show that. No, he would keep it locked away; deep down inside of him.
The silence between the two brothers screamed louder than any words. The empty space stretched for miles; the distance amplified by the lack of communication on both parts. Neither of them would discuss this matter again; not until it boiled up and spilled over the edge and it came pouring out in one glorious bout of anger.
It's the way it always worked.