The silence was overwhelming.
Dean hadn't said a word about Sam using his demon powers to defeat Samhain. Hadn't said much of anything since they'd come back to the motel.
Chewing his lip nervously, Sam cast another glance at his brother, who was staring unseeingly at the television. "Dean . . . "
"I'm gonna go get dinner," Dean interrupted. "Fried chicken okay with you?" He left without waiting for an answer, slamming the door behind him.
Sam stared after him, depressed but unrepentant.
It had been worth it. Samhain would've killed Dean. There was no way he'd let that happen. Not ever again.
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Due to some real life issues, haven't had a lot of time and energy for writing, but am getting back into the swing, thank Chuck. I've missed it, badly. Anyway, working on catching up with E/O challenges and Chapter 15 for My Boys will be up very soon. Thanks to everyone who reads my stuff and reviews. You have no idea how much it means to me. Thank you.
