Disclaimer: If wishes were horses...
Prompt words: Lash/lashes/lashing and wrench/wrenches
Word count: 100
A/N: I'm so sorry for the lateness. The weekly school tests have robbed me of my free time and left me exhausted so I'll try to catch up.
Broken
Sam is slouched against the wall, head bent low, hair tumbling down his ashen face, eyes red and bleary. He empties the bottle in one gulp and flinches. Bobby watches mutely but he can't take it anymore. He wrenches the bottle from his hand and tugs at his sleeves.
"Damnit Sam, enough!"
"Couldn't help him…" Sam mutters, "couldn't save him, Bobby."
He sees pain lashing at those hazel eyes. He sees grief, anger and guilt in those tears that trickle on Sam's cheeks. And when Sam breaks into a sob, he wishes Dean wasn't gone.
"You tried son, you tried."