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SHARDS, SHREDS, SCRAPS
Affliction
by
Sade Lyrate
The drive was silent, worried glances asking louder than any words ever could, the silence deflecting more effectively than any empty phrases or pained gasps could.
Sam kept his eyes on the dark vista outside, Dean held his gaze on the road, on his brother as much as he dared, trying to catch whatever clues his little brother might have been willing to divulge.
The only thing he knew was that no matter what he said, Sam
remained silent.
Alive, aware, adamant.
The slimmer man embraced his left arm to his chest, refusing requests to see it, harbouring his hurts like a hen her eggs.
A mile or so from the motel they were staying at, several from the damned forest, the younger man swallowed, sighed, slumped in his seat, shut his eyes against the night outside. Green eyes flashed at him, hammering the back of his head with wordless inquiries.
"Jess", he whispered in answer, letting his hands fall onto his lap, left wrist the angry red of burnt skin even in the flimsy beams of the streetlights.
Next time he slept, Sam woke up to his own screams for the first time in a long while.
