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A.N: Truth be told, this story idea sparked cause A. I wanted to do a story about after their father's death (In my opinion can't have one too many of those stories-the possibilities are near endless) and B. I actually had a headache the past day (better now) and wanted someone to su-ffer! So I figured why not transfer it to Sam. Can't have too much LimpSam.
So I asked about a situation involving an intense headache and violia this story wrote itself out. Good therapy and got my mind off school as well. Wrote this all today and for once will probably upload all today as well. Sorry for the lame title and summary.
Summary: After S2, ELAC, before BL. Dean had pushed his brother away after their father's death, but Sam had been suffering silently. Will Dean realize before its too late that Sam didn't just walk away from the accident?
Chapter 1: The Headache
Bang.
...Bang.
...Bang.
That sound cut into Sam's head, his very soul even. It echoed deeply inside of him. When he confronted Dean he hadn't expected him to react so….so….violently.
….And against his beloved car no less.
He hadn't thought that his older brother harbored that kind of rage within him.
But he was wrong.
It seemed he was always wrong.
Sam slid down the side of one of the many cars in Bobby's junkyard, plopping to the ground, the heel of his palm pressing to the side of his head. He had this headache of his for the past couple of weeks. He knew he should get it looked at but he loathed giving Dean more to worry about.
Assuming he would worry right about now.
Sam shuddered at the thought. He wouldn't blame Dean if he didn't care. He probably didn't, wrapped up so tightly in the grief of their father's passing. Sam didn't blame him. Dean was closest to their father after all, but how he wished that Dean would share the burden with him. Sam was his brother that was what he was there for, after all.
But lately, Dean kept him further away than an arm's length.
And he kept pushing him further and further away.
Sam had become terrified of losing his brother. Dean was all he had. He couldn't lose him. That was why he kept pushing, trying to get something out of his brother.
Anything.
But he hadn't expected the reaction he got.
He wouldn't have been surprised of Dean had decked him but not his car. Not the only thing that Dean seemed to care about outside of himself.
The sound of Dean wrecking the Impala, with an iron rod bounced around in Sam's head, amplifying his headache. He had hoped the headache would go away soon, but if anything it got worse.
….And worse.
...And worse.
It was beginning to get harder and harder to function, to hide the pain he was feeling. He knew that Bobby was probably beginning to suspect something. Bobby had been giving him the eye ever since he came back from seeing Ellen which lead to a hunt for a Rakshasa, which lead to that talk that he and his brother had walking down a lonely road, which in turn lead to the current predicament.
Sam pressed his whole hand to the side of his head along with his other. Tears leaked out of his eyes, but he held them back and breathed deeply. He hadn't meant to get his brother so riled up but it seemed he could do nothing right nowadays. Sam kept trying. God, he kept trying to rectify his errors, but that would take another lifetime he didn't have. His brother was right:
It was too little, too late.
Sam eased out his breath. It seemed to quarrel his headache a little, but not much. He had to get this under control. He couldn't afford to set Dean off again. Dean was balancing on a preprice and anything was bound to set him off.
Sam refused to be that thing.
TBC...