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warning: this chapter includes some violence. there is also sibling abuse in this chapter.
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Breaking
Chapter 3
Sam knew that this rift between them needed to be mended and soon. He can't
help but feel like he was losing his brother. Dean was the only family he had left and he
doesn't want to lose him. He just had to find away to talk to Dean with minimal blood
shed; his blood.
Sam was a little afraid to confront Dean about the way things were between them.
Sam stopped abruptly when it dawned on him that what he was afraid of was not the
confrontation but of Dean himself. When did things get so bad that he was actually
afraid of his brother? He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed.
"Fine" he muttered. If that is what it will take to get thru to his brother than Sam
would take as many hits as it will take. He resumed walking, his confidence growing with
each step. Ten minutes later he felt that confidence slip as the motel came into view.
Sam felt his heart beat a little faster and his palms start to sweat. He wiped his
hands absently on his jeans. He began to hyperventilate as fear crawled inside him. A
sound penetrated his hazy mind and he realized that he had stopped in the middle of the
street. The sound was a low grumble and knew it was the impala. Sam hadn't noticed
that the car was no longer in the motel parking lot. Sam glanced at his watch.
Holy crap! He thought. It was three in the morning. But when He followed
Chelsea from the bar it was only midnight. Somewhere he had lost a stretch of time. As
The bright lights of the impala highlighted him; he wondered if Dean was out looking for
him because he was concerned or maybe worried and not out of some obligation to their
father. Just one look of Dean's carefully stoic face Sam knew if he didn't tread lightly he
would be in a world of hurt.
"Get in the car" Dean forced out between tight lips. Instead of saying he would
walk the two blocks to the motel Sam complied quietly. This could go two ways: total
silent treatment or Dean could be gearing up for a fight. When Sam glimpsed a glint in
Dean's eye as they entered the motel room, he knew it was going to be the second way.
Dean was going to fight. Sam swallowed his irrational fear as best as he could but still
flinched when Dean walked towards him. Sam stood his ground but it was extremely
hard not to step back out of reach. In fact his body started to tremble as Dean moved into
his personal space. Sam could see the rage barely hidden behind dean's face. He could
also see Dean's body shake from the strain of holding on to that rage.
"Where. The. Hell. Have. You. Been." Dean spat out. Sam took a deep breath
before speaking.
"I was at the bar, I just needed some alone time Dean. We've been cooped up in
the car too long." Sam said.
"Alone time" Dean said. Sam cringed at the tone.
"Wha.. what are you doing?" Sam stuttered as Dean grabbed him by the arm and
all but dragged him across the room.
"Dean what the hell" Sam said loudly as he yanked his arm from Dean's grasp. Or
tried to but Dean held on fast. Sam had an inkling of where Dean was taking him. It was
only a few steps away, that thing Sam has dreaded since Max Miller. The closet.
When Max had barricaded him in the closet it brought back old fears of being in
small confined spaces. But being in a confined space in complete darkness was the worst.
He had nightmares for days after but since their father died and the abuse that Dean's
been afflicting on him has his childhood fears manifesting and more debilitating than
before. But what was eating away at him was the fact that Dean knew of his fear but he
was so enraged that he didn't care what being locked in the dark closet would do to Sam.
Sam backpedaled, causing Dean to pull up short. He yanked on Sam's arm but
Sam kept still. Fear shown brightly in his eyes as he shook his head.
"No Dean, please" Sam hated that he sounded so weak. Those three little words
seemed to further enrage Dean. Before Sam knew it, Dean had gone around him and
prodded him in the back. Still Sam did not move. Shaking his head the whole time. A
shock of pain shot thru his right knee and up his thigh and he realized Dean had kicked
him in the back of his right knee, sending him to the floor. Sam quickly blocked the next
kick, but caught a punch to the side of his head. Before Sam could clear the ringing in
his head, Dean had grabbed a handful of his hair yanking back and landing a solid hit to
his face. In a daze Sam fought to stay awake but could feel the darkness encroaching on
his awareness.
"Dean" he whispered before surrendering to the darkness.
