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Chapter 4

It was 5 AM in the morning. Sam was sitting in the library, reading a book. He wanted - no, needed to make things right. He knew it was pathetic, the way he was so desperate for Dean's approval. He knew that what he is doing is too risky. But it'll be worth it, as long as Dean would be proud of him.

Bobby walked inside the library, fully dressed but could barely keep his eyes open. He looked at Sam and joined his eyebrows together. Sam wasn't usually up this early. He's usually up at 7 AM. He took a good look at his face as he noticed the dark circles around his eyes. The kid had barely slept since their daddy's death. But he'd still not be awake at this time in the morning. And it seemed like he didn't even sleep last night at all. His shoulders were slumped and his bloodshot eyes along with the dark circles that seem to have darkened even more.

"Kid?" Bobby called out. He startled as he closed his book quickly and hid it behind him. He looked up.

"What you doing up so early? It's only five in the morning." Bobby asked, a hint of concern in his voice. He saw the panicky move but decided to let it go.

"I just.. I had some really important work to do." He made an excuse. A pretty bad one at that.

Bobby sighed deeply. "Did you get any sleep at all?" He asked solemnly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Sam faltered for a moment before he nodded and said. "Yeah. I had a little bit of sleep." He lied, he knew that Bobby was aware of his insomnia, but he just had to try.

"Define 'a little'." He asked earnestly and cocked an eyebrow expectantly for an answer. He waited a while before having enough of this silence. He walked over to Sam. "You need to get some rest, Sam." He said softly as he held his arm firmly but with gentle hands.

Sam sighed. "I don't need rest, Bobby. I'm completely fine." He couldn't believe how close it sounded to whiny when he said that. Bobby grabbed his arm and tugged him up.

Bobby didn't listen to any of his crap as he tried to protest by telling him that 'I'm fine' or 'I don't need any rest'. Bobby didn't listen to it, ignored all his protests. But there was always one tone and two words that he could never ignore.

"Bobby, please." He whispered pleadingly.

And those two words were all it took, to slowly loosen his grip on his arm. He didn't know what it was that seemed so important to the kid. Reading some kind of book? "You can read that book after you get some sleep, boy." He said and noticed the wince. Like he didn't know that Bobby saw the book. Even though, he doesn't really know which book it is.

Sam stared at him for a long time, trying to decide whether he should listen to Bobby's advice or not. He didn't really think Bobby saw his startling action. He was surprised he didn't call him on it. He sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, Bobby. I have a lot of work to do." He said, he saw Bobby's expression change to disappointment, mostly on himself. So he added. "But I promise, I'll get some rest when I'm done." He gave him a small reassuring smile.

Bobby's expression changed to relief at his words and his promise.

But he still couldn't help but wonder what it is that seems so important to him.

Dean worked on his car. He was distracted from his thoughts. All his words echoed continuously through his mind. To Sam, to Bobby about Sam. He knew he shouldn't have said those things. But his anger kept him from guilt and regret. Sam kind of asked for it. He was pushing him. He should've learned by now that he doesn't deal with things the way he does. He doesn't know why he just snaps at him like that everytime he sees him. Maybe, it's because when he sees him, the only thing he could think of was that night when he pointed the Colt at Dad, and shot him. It was all he could see.

But deep down. He knew that nothing was Sam's fault. But his anger at everything never made him think that.

Sam walked in hesitantly, looking down at his shoes. He looked up and sucked in a long deep breath as he walked towards Dean. He hoped Dean wouldn't snap at him like that again. He just wanted to give his last words. He wanted to tell him so many things. He wanted to apologize for so many things. For ruining his life like that. For killing Mom and Dad, for taking away his childhood. But he knew sorry wouldn't do anything.

"Hey Dean." He said lightly and smiled weakly. Dean didn't turn around, he didn't look at him. He just ignored him. His smile slowly faded. "Um.. I just.." He sighed inwardly. "I wanted to say that - I'm sorry, you know. You were right. About me - about everything, infact." He huffed out a joyless laughter. "I'm really sorry. About so many things. You don't know how sorry I am. Even I might not know.. I know it's not enough. But I'll make it up to you. I promise." He said the last words quietly.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows. His protective big brother side on alert. Why the hell does it sound so much like a freakin' goodbye speech?

But his other side decided to ignore it.

Ok, so a lot of people have figured out what I'm going to do. *Rubs hands evily* but there are still some people who don't! :D Which means I don't have to reveal it just yet.

Well, at least I think there are. D:

Oh! And I'm planning on a rewrite for 'Mentally Broken'. I dunno, I just love the plot. It's just so original and fun to write. :D What do you think? Yes, I know, someday it'll get boring with me going all 'I'm planning a rewrite for this story and that'.