Gone.
If there was ever one thing that meant anything to Deanna, it was Sam. Yet like everything else in the hunter's life, her baby brother walked out on her. Sam was gone. It hadn't been her secret that drove him away. It wasn't her more then just sisterly affection that made him slam the door in her face. It was their father, but it was Deanna's fault. It was her fault that he was gone.
Take care of Sammy.
Teach Sammy right from wrong.
Watch Sammy.
Protect Sammy.
"If you walk out that door, don't you /ever/ come back!" Dad warned. There may have been more dialogue, may have been more yelling, but that was all Deanna heard. That, and the motel room door slamming. She ran to the door, to watch Sammy, protect him, care for him, but there came a strangled call from the other side of the room. "Just let him go, Deanna."
She could have opened the door and ran after him,
but didn't.
She could have taken dad out for a few drinks,
but didn't.
She could have told Sam how much she loved him,
but didn't.
She could have stopped him, gone against orders and ran away with him,
but didn't
For the hunter, there was no reason for being careful anymore. Sam didn't answer her calls or texts or letters. So that was it, he didn't care and Deanna learned to lie to herself and say that she didn't either. She did though, more then anything; however it didn't make any difference.
Sam wasn't going to come back. He was going to get married, have a few kids maybe, and live a normal life. Deanna was a hunter and it was all she knew. Lies upon lies- she was good at that.
Sam was gone and so was Deanna.
Gone.