Really short chapter, I know, I know. I am terrible person, huh? But I PROMISE, that other chapter will be just wow (I think).

So, again, sorry fir those damn mistakes, really :

Oh, tomorrow I'm going to the wood with my best friend, and in my bag I already have a lighter, salt and knife. I hope there won't be any wendigos :

Take care!

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Don't take someone for granted

Just because you know

Every time you push them away

They will come running back.

Because one day they won't.

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Chapter 7

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Sam followed Dean.

When he entered room, Dean was already on the bed, fixing guns for the upcoming hunt.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked.

Dean looked at him like Sam was asking how to do the monkey dance.

"I'm checking if everything is working properly, if you can't see."

Sam frowned.

While they were driving, he was thinking about Missouri's words.

She practically told him, that Dean will die soon, that he's slowly dying. His soul is deeply damaged. And Sam hadn't noticed anything, because he was too pissed to see that. And it was Sam, who finally managed to completely break Dean. And they're running out of time. No matter what he said. He don't wanna lose his brother. He needed to get a grip and work it out with Dean.

"Dean, we need to talk"

"No, we don't need to talk. Back off!"

Sam frowned.

Dean was still pretending that everything is okay. Still pretending. Pain was sucking life out of him, and he was okay with that.

He wants to die.

He doesn't want Sam to know about it.

"No, we need to talk," Sam insisted.

Dean raised his head and looked at him.

And Sam took a really good look at Dean, first time in God knows how long. And he didn't like what he saw in Dean's eyes. Well, what he didn't see.

Dean's eyes were empty.

There was no life in it.

There was no happiness, no freedom, no love. It was just emptiness, pain and a broken soul.

Sam felt tears gathering in his own eyes.

Why did Dean fell apart so fast? When?

Sam remembered one line somewhere

It's incredible, how people you love can fall apart so quietly and easily.

This line was written about Dean, though.

"Dean, please. We need to talk. It's important."

"About what? Case? We already…"

"No. You."

Dean raised eyebrows in disbelief.

It hit Sam again.

Dean really thought that Sam didn't care about him anymore.

"No, we don't need to talk about anything. If you wanna talk about case – fine. If not – then shut up. End of discussion."

"But…"

"Just get over it, okay?" Dean stood up. "We gotta case to do, so let's go and kill that sick sonovabitch." Dean walked over the door. Sam didn't move "If you're not going, I'll do this by myself." Dean walked out.

Sam sat there, shocked.

He heard Impala's doors slam.

He jumped and ran through the door, Missouri's warning in his head.

Don't leave him alone on that hunt.

Now Sam kinda figured what she was talking about.

Dean was reckless.

He could get himself killed over the hunt, because he just simply didn't care anymore. He can even try to kill himself.

Now Sam was running to Impala.

Thank God, Dean was still there, but ready to drive off.

Sam sat in the passenger's seat, angrily looking at Dean..

"You tried to drive off on that hunt without me, didn't you?"

Dean said nothing just strangely looked at him.

Sam didn't like that look. And he had really bad feeling inside his stomach.

But he said nothing.

Again.