Disclaimer: Lucy is still mine. Sam and Dean are still not.
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long. Finals and spring break and such. Happy reading!
"I'll let you get back to work."
That was the last thing Sam wanted to do. None of them were holding it together well, least of all Dean. And it was obvious to him, as much as his older brother tried to hide it. But for now, he would do what he had to.
He walked away from his brother and around the corner to a bench leaning against the garage. Sinking down, he drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to quell the tears forming in his eyes.
The sound of breaking glass startled Sam.
There was silence for a moment.
Then came the sound of metal on metal. Sam couldn't figure out why, but he had a feeling that these sounds were almost a good thing. They continued for a few minutes, before he heard the clatter of something metal being dropped to the ground.
Then there was silence again.
Sam, once again, waited. He debated going towards the source of the noise.
Just as he was about to stand up, Lucy came around the corner. Her head was bowed and she was trying hard to kick up the dust beneath her feet.
Sam tried to catch her eye, but she refused to look up.
"Dean hurt the car," she said so quietly that Sam barely caught it. It was as he suspected. Dean was taking his frustration out on the already beaten car. In a way, Sam was almost relieved to hear this. At least it was something.
When Lucy finally looked up, Sam could see that what she had seen her hero, her older brother, doing had shocked and scared her.
Lucy walked over to the bench, climbed up, and sat in Sam's lap, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She let out a small tremor once, and then was still.
Sam held on just as tightly. He was trying to hold his family and himself together.
Author's Note 2: I'm considering writing this from Lucy's POV too, but I'm not sure I can and I don't want to do it badly. Should I attempt?
