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Chapter 8

He put his duffel bag down and took out some things. He bent down and started digging on the ground with his fingers. He clawed at the ground even as his fingers started bleeding.

He took a brown wooden box filled with a black cat bone, graveyard dirt and a small photo of himself. He put the box inside the hole and started covering the hole occupied by the box. He stood up and took a deep breath as he looked around.

"Show yourself!" He screamed as he looked around. He tried to control his shaky breathing. He was scared, but he knows what's worse is being alone; worse is Dean hating him.

"Sammy Winchester... what brings you here?" A female voice said.

Sam turned around to see a beautiful woman, or the demon's host, that is. She had black hair, smoky dark blue eyes, and she worse a plain black dress. Her eyes flashed red as she blinked and smirked wickedly.

"I wanna make a deal." Sam said stoicly. He let his mask crumble once. But not this time. Especially when this is no time for it.

"A deal?" She raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Well then, what do you need?" She asked as she smirked again.

"I want dad." Sam said solemnly.

"Aww, how sweet. Little Sammy wants daddy back?" She stuck out his bottom lip as she mocked.

Sam wanted to slap that smug expression off her face. But she's a demon, and he knew his anger or sadness would satisfy her even more.

"Yeah, me for dad." He said.

"Hm.. but first.. I wanna talk, Sammy." She smiled as he ran her fingers on his shoulder as she walked around him. "So, who gave you this... idea?" She asked, and he could hear her smirk again as she stopped behind him. "Was it you, Sammy? Or was it daddy?" She asked.

Sam stayed quiet, keeping his poker face firm as she continued to walk around him. She let her fingers brush his hair but he jerked away from her touch.

She finally stopped in front of him and she leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Or was it Dean?" She smiled wickedly.

Sam's face softened. He swallowed down the lump at the mention of his brother.

His eyes welled as she continued to whisper tauntingly into his ear. "Was it big brother, Sammy? Did he throw you out of his life like a rag doll? Did big brother had enough of your whiny, pathetic ass?"

"I'm not here to play games." He said shakily as he closed his eyes. His mask was crumbling... again.

"It's true, isn't it? Big brother doesn't want you anymore, can't even stand to look at you. He wouldn't even let you touch him, right?" She taunted. "The truth is, Sammy... he never wanted you... never loved you.."

Sam pushed her away. "Please... just bring my dad back." He swallowed.

"Why, Sammy? Too scared of the truth?" She chuckled. "The truth is, Sam.. you were always the weak one in your family. Daddy knew it. Dean knew it." She points at his chest. "And you do too."

"I wanna make a deal, I'm not here to play games. Just bring my dad back and you can have me." He said, building up his stoic mask once again.

"Sorry Sammy.. but no deal." She said as she crossed her arms.

"What? No, please... I don't need 10 years, I don't need any time. You can take me to hell - "

"I'd rather watch you suffer." She spread her arms. "This is hell for you, Sammy. What could be better than this? Big brother hating you for shooting daddy, hating you for everything, even the things you had no control over." She smirked.

"Besides, do you really think anyone would wanna keep your worthless soul?" She laughed bitterly.

Sam swallowed again as she disappeared. He slowly turned, looking like a lost puppy as Dean would say it, as he stared down at the floor. He started walking after picking his duffel bag up. He let his tears slip down his cheek as he walked but he angrily wiped them away. God, he is weak. He realised that he had nowhere to go. He didn't wanna go to Bobby's. He knew Dean wouldn't want him there. He couldn't go back.

I have nowhere to go. He thought miserably. I don't know where to go.

And his knees buckled right in the middle of the vacant road. Maybe he can cry a little, it's not like there's anybody here.

He cried freely. Nobody to judge him on his weakness. But nobody to comfort him either.

He was worthless. He couldn't bring dad back. He can't do anything right. He never did. All he did was screw everything up.

"I'm so sorry, Dean." He whispered as tears made their way down his cheeks. How will he fix this?

He let himself cry freely as he closed his eyes. No need to hold back.

He cried there, alone, for god knows how long.

But suddenly, he heard something. He opened his eyes and he looked at his side. He stood up as a car sped down the road. He stood stock still and frozen, his eyes wide in shock. He had no idea what to do.

Because the car was coming right at him.


"Goddamnit Sam!" Dean said furiously as he looked at both sides while he drove, hoping to find Sam curled up somewhere on the sidewalk, looking like a lost puppy. He hit the steering wheel once again furiously, muttering curses.

Bobby sighed. "Idjit." He muttered.

Dean's face crumpled. He looked like he was on the verge of tears as he looked around, and surely, his vision blurred. "Sammy.." He whispered.

Bobby's heart broke a little. He never saw the older Winchester cry. He was always nail strong. But if there was anything that could make him cry, he knew it was Sam. If he's hurt badly, or missing for too long or crying.

He reached out and squeezed his shoulder. "It's alright, kid. We'll find him." Bobby comforted.

Dean nodded and sighed. He continued his search as he looked around. When suddenly...

"DEAN, LOOK OUT!" Bobby yelled.

Dean slammed on the breaks, the car screeched. But it was too late, they've already hit a tall, lanky form as it flew over the car.


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