Mirror Mirror
E/O Drabble Challenge, word: sanctimonious.
Summary: He'd thought he was done with all that helpless rage. He'd been wrong. Set after 9.23.
A/N: Sorry, couldn't help it. Guess I was just waiting for the right moment to have this conversation...
The bunker seems smaller now, pressing down on him.
No more singing, no clatter of pans and plates, no grumbling, just infinite silence.
Sam tries to avoid the rooms that remind him of Dean.
It doesn't help. Makes him feel even more like a stranger.
It's the same with drinking.
He does it anyway. There's not much else to do.
"Goddamn hypocrite" he slurs. "Sanctimonious little bastard. Thought you knew it all, huh? Told him he had no right to safe you. That you wouldn't..."
His voice breaks.
"You're a fucking liar" he tells his reflection and crushes the glass.