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Chapter 3

Sam walked inside the house. All he could think about was Dean's hurtful words and actions. He hit him, he didn't even regret it. But that wasn't what got him the most. It was his words. He blamed him for Mom and Dad's death, he said he should've been dead instead of Dad. He said he didn't love him, why would he? He shot dad and killed him. He killed Mom, just by simply existing. He probably even thinks Jess died because of him. Why would it be different if he blames him for Mom's death? If he wasn't born, Mom and Jess never would've died. If Mom never died, Dad would've never been obsessed with killing the Yellow eyed demon. And he never had got into hunting. Dean would've had a normal childhood and life.

Dean deserved better than spending his whole life taking care of a freak for a brother. He deserved so much better, he deserved a normal little brother, not a freak. He deserved real birthday parties with huge cakes and hundreds of people attending it. He deserved real true friends who would always be there for him. He deserved a house with a beautiful loving wife and annoying children running around him.

He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve a freak brother with visions and teleknesis powers.

Bobby stared at him in concern. The kid looked so broken, with his eyes all huge and teary and staring down at the floor as he walked. "You alright, kid?" He said as he stood in front of him and rested a hand on his shoulder. Sam startled and looked up. He didn't even notice him here.

Bobby furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at the forming bruise on his jaw.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine.. I'm.. I'm just t-tired." He said as he tried not to freakin' cry in front of his father figure. "I'm j-just gonna go take a nap." He winced as his voice cracked.

He started to walk off until Bobby grabbed his arm in a firm grip. "What the hell happened, Sam?" He asked, which sounded more like a demand.

"N-nothing." Sam lied. He didn't wanna cause anymore trouble than he already did.

"Who the hell did that?" He asked as he stared at the forming bruise. He raised his eyebrows expectantly for an answer when Sam didn't say anything, just stared down at the floor. His jaw clenched as he understood. "Dean.." He growled angrily. He stormed off before Sam even had a chance to stop him.

And a few minutes later, he could still hear yelling. "It's his fault that dad died! His fault mom died!" He heard Dean yell.

"He didn't have a choice! What would you have done if you were in his situation! And he was a baby! He didn't even know how to friggin' talk!" Bobby yelled.

"He should've never been born, then!" Dean yelled.

Sam flinched. His heart clenched as if someone just reached into his chest and squeezed it. His eyes welled up as he ran upstairs to his room. He just couldn't listen any more of that.

Bobby walked out into his salvage yard and saw Dean. He walked angrily towards him, his fist clenching and unclenching as if he just wants to throttle him. "You stupid ass!" He yelled as he reached Dean. "What the hell did you do that for?" He said in a low but dangerous voice.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" He asked confusedly as he rubbed the grease off his hands with a cloth.

"What the hell did you hit your brother for?" He asked angrily.

Dean's expression changed into fury as he answered at a low rageful voice. "He asked for it."

"How could ya hit him? He's your brother! You swore ta' protect him!" Bobby yelled.

"Stop dumping the burden on me! Okay?" Dean yelled angrily.

"Oh, so now he's a burden to you?" He asked.

"He's not my responsibility, I'm not his freakin' keeper."

"Didn't your daddy say so?" Bobby said angrily.

"Don't bring him into this!" Dean yelled again.

"I'm asking you one more time. Why the hell did you hit Sam for?" He asked in a low rageful voice.

"It's his fault, okay! Everything is his fault! It's his fault that dad died! His fault mom died!" Dean yelled furiously. He felt all kinds of mad. Fury, rage, anger. He didn't even understand who he was angry at. His dad for pushing his brother into shooting him, or his brother for killing him.

"He didn't have a choice! What would you have done if you were in his situation! And he was a baby! He didn't even know how to friggin' talk!" Bobby argued angrily, wanting nothing more than to beat some sense into the kid.

"He should've never been born, then!" Dean yelled angrily.

Bobby gaped in shock. He never thought Dean would say something like that. Never in his life.

Dean regretted what he said. But his anger overshadowed his regret. He didn't feel like caring about anything right now. He just felt numb, which was a lot more better than pain. "Just leave me alone, okay?" He said and went back to working on his car.

It was almost 1 AM in the morning. Sam couldn't sleep. Dean's words kept echoing around his mind. He remembers Bobby trying to convince him that it was just his anger talking. He knew he was trying to make him feel better, but how can he? He knew better. That was how Dean always felt about him, what else could he be hiding?

He tried to keep his sobs at bay. Dean never wanted him. He even wished he wasn't born, he blames him for everything, he's a burden, that's all. It should've been him instead of dad. Maybe then, Dean would've been happy.

He remembers reading a book about certain types of demons.