There's something wrong with the world today
I don't know what it is
Something's wrong with our eyes
"Dean."
"What Sam?" Dean said coldly.
Sam trembled a bit. "……Please don't hate me Dean."
We're seeing things in a different way
"I don't hate you Sam. I told you."
And God knows it ain't his
"I'm sorry Dean. I-I wish I could take it back I didn't mean-"
Dean gritted his teeth and smacked the Impala's steering wheel.
"I know Sam! I fucking know that you're sorry! I'm sorry. Bobby's sorry. We're all Goddamned sorry! What's done is done Sam, we have to stop it now and I…..I don't think I can trust you anymore."
It sure ain't no surprise
Sam's hands clenched on his jeans, knuckles turning white.
Yeah!
We're livin' on the edge
"Dean please…" Sam was begging. He knew he was.
Livin' on the edge
"No Sam."
Livin' on the edge
Sam just couldn't lose Dean.
Livin' on the edge
A tear fell onto Sam's shoulder, facing away from Dean and staring at the black trees that surrounded them like fingers reaching out towards the Impala.
There's something wrong with the world today
Dean reaches towards the radio dial, unable to find a good station he flicks it randomly and it lands on the news.
The lightbulb's getting' dimmed
Sam snaps his head towards the radio when he hears something unusual.
"A meteor shower barraged west Texas not even twenty minutes ago. The shower, it seems, was not detected by any satellite in orbit and all observatories failed to pick up on any signs indicating activity in space. Many casualties are still being reported, and the damage is incalculable…."
Sam slumped in his seat, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Oh God…"
There's meltdown in the sky
Dean glanced over at Sam, pale and shaking, his own hands gripping the steering wheel like it was his personal anchor.
If you can judge a wise man
Sam didn't have an anchor.
By the color of his skin
"We should call Bobby." Dean said.
Dean was Sam's anchor. Dean didn't trust him anymore. They weren't going to be able to stay together.
Then mister, you're a better man than I
"Y-yeah. I guess." Sam pulled out his phone and dialed Bobby.
He picked up on the first ring. "Hey Bobby."
"Sam? What the hell is goin' on?"
Sam took a hitching breath and bit back a sob. "The Apocalypse."
"What?"
"Lilith……Lilith is dead."
Bobby sounded frustrated beyond belief.
"Then why in God's name is the apocalypse on our front porch?!"
Sam opened his mouth to tell Bobby, but Dean's hand shot out.
Sam cringed.
Dean wiggled his fingers, the universal sign for 'gimme'. Sam handed the phone over.
He switched hands and shifted so that the phone was between his shoulder and ear. "Lilith was the final seal."
We're livin' on the edge
Sam couldn't hear Bobby's side of the conversation, but he saw Dean's grimace.
You can't help yourself from fallin'
"Yeah, Sam killed her."
Livin' on the edge
"We got out, barely. Someone magicked us onto a plane. Castiel is dead…..Zachariah is after me."
You can't help yourself at all!
"Apparently I'm Michael's vessel."
Livin' on the edge
"Yeah I'll be there in a bit." Dean hung up.
I'll. He'll be there. Not Sam.
You can't stop yourself from falling
"Dean, don't do this."
Livin' on the edge
"Do what Sam? What do you want me to do? You chose Ruby over me. A demon over family, and look what happened. If you can't watch your own back, how can you watch mine?"
Tell me what you think about your sit-u-a-tion
"You get hopped up on demon blood, and I tried, we tried, me and Bobby to help. I admit that what we did wasn't….it wasn't right, but. Sam, come on."
Dean looked over at Sam, whose fingernails were digging into his palms.
"I can't do this anymore Sam."
Complication- Aggravation
"Then give me a chance Dean."
"A chance?" Dean looks at Sam, incredulous.
"I gave you plenty of chances, Sam. I asked you to stop hanging with Ruby, I asked you to stop using your freaky powers, I asked you to stop drinking the blood. I gave you chances each time, Sam! Now, now I'm done. It's then end of the world, and the final straw. We aren't going to be able to work this out!"
Is getting to you
"How do you know Dean?"
If Chicken Little tells you that the sky is faillin'
"We. Can't." Dean growled.
Even if it wasn't would you still come crawling
"I'm going to go to Bobby's Sam. And you-"
Back again- I bet you would my friend
"-You are going somewhere else."
Again and again
San sits there quietly, his eyes sting and his mouth is dry.
"Where would I go Dean?"
And again and
"I don't know Sam."
Again and
"We're just better off apart. And you're better off staying out of this war."
~*~*~*~
"She's poison Sam!"
Tell me what you think about your sit-u-a-tion
"It's not what you think."
Complication- Aggravation
"Look what she did to you!"
Is getting to you
Sam cocks is head, waiting for Dean to explain.
"She up and vanishes for weeks at a time, leaves you crackin' out for another hit!"
"She was looking for Lilith!"
If Chicken Little tells you that the sky is falling
Dean huffs.
"That is French for manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday."
"You're wrong Dean."
Even if it wasn't would you still come crawling
"Sam, you're lying to yourself."
Back again- I bet you would my friend
"I just, want you to be okay."
Again and again
"You would do the same for me, you know you would."
And again and again
And-
~*~*~*~
There's something right with the world today
Sam let out a choked laugh.
"And why is that Dean?"
And everybody knows it's wrong
Dean's back stiffened. "Sam."
"No Dean, if you're going to blow me off then at least tell me why you think I should sit this one out."
But we can tell 'em no
Dean doesn't answer. Sam's eyes snap to Dean and he glares at the side of his head.
"Okay then, let me guess, you think it's because I'll look at a demon and go batshit crazy for another taste, don't you? You think I haven't learned my own mistakes?"
Or we could let it go
"Well I can tell you this Dean, that is one fuck up I won't be making again."
But I would rather be a hangin' on-
"I know Sam."
Dean turns to face Sam, eyes somber.
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
"Do you Dean?"
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself at all!
"I thought you said you couldn't trust me?"
"I can't Sam."
Livin' on the edge
You can't stop yourself from fallin'
Dean pulls up to a gas station, turns the engine off and turns to Sam.
"Not like I used to."
Livin' on the edge
"Dean I don't want to leave you."
Livin' on the edge
"Sam we're weaker together now. I don't want you in this fight, or anywhere near it."
Livin' on the edge
Dean gets out, and starts pumping gas into the car.
Livin' on the edge
This is it. Sam knows it.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah-
Dean takes the gas nozzle out and puts it back on the holder.
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
He pays for the gas with a credit card.
Livin' on the edge
Dean puts the card back into his wallet among the many others just like it.
You can't help yourself at all!
He shoves his wallet back into his pocket, and turns towards the Impala, and pauses.
Livin' on the edge
Instead Dean heads for the trunk and pulls something out. Sam has a sinking feeling in his gut.
You can't stop yourself from fallin'
Dean's boots thud on the cracked pavement, and he opens the driver's side door, throwing something at Sam.
It's his duffel.
Livin' on the edge
Dean gets into the Impala.
Livin' on the edge
Dean opens his mouth, and closes it again.
You can't help yourself.
He turns towards Sam, who's barley containing the shaking that threatens to make him fall to pieces on the spot.
You can't help yourself.
Livin' on the edge
"Sam."
You can't help yourself at all!
Sam zones out, face going blank when inside, he's panicking.
~*~*~*~
"You walk out that door..."
Livin' on the edge
"..Don't you ever, come back!"
~*~*~*~
"Sam." Dean says again.
You can't help yourself
You can't help yourself
Sam calms a bit. Dean can't be leaving him.
Livin' on the edge
He can't.
You can't help yourself
But Sam knows better.
You can't help yourself
"Yeah Dean?" He says, voice breaking.
Livin' on the edge
You can't help yourself from fallin'
"Get out."
Livin' on the edge!