A/N: This chapter again focuses on Sam. It's short, but very sad. It explains Sam's reasoning for giving Evy the silent treatment after she runs away.
Sam didn't want to be angry at Evy, but he was. He was angry, and hurt, and he hated himself for it. But every time he thought about it, he'd remember how he felt when he realized Evy was missing. When he realized that she wasn't coming back from running out of the house angry. And when he thought about that, the anger would return.
Sam knew Dean was right. He knew he'd had a part in this, and he knew he should address it. Most of all, he felt guilty for threatening to address the situation the same way his father had. He'd seen the look on her face when he'd threatened that. She'd seemed so afraid of him at that point that for the briefest of moments Sam's anger was replaced with shame. And he knew that he shouldn't have screamed at her. He felt like a hypocrite for that. He was constantly telling Evy to 'talk to me', and he had always made it clear to her that the house rules applied to everyone, not just her. Sam was not an angry man. He was tired, and had been for a long time, after a life filled with constant loss, sadness, and violence. But, for once, the anger overruled all his other emotions.
Evy had been back for two nights now. After their one-sided confrontation the first night, Sam had avoided talking to her. He knew it hurt her. He'd heard her crying herself to sleep, and it had torn him apart. But what Evy didn't realize was that Sam was afraid. He didn't talk to her because he was afraid he'd hurt her even more. And he couldn't risk that. So every time he saw her, every time she tried to talk to him, he walked away. It wasn't a permanent solution, but he couldn't talk to her at the moment.
Sam wasn't able to sleep that night, so he had been in the kitchen getting something to drink. As he walked past Evy's bedroom door, he stopped. He hadn't checked on her since she'd gotten back, and out of habit, it just didn't feel right. So he opened her bedroom door slowly, hoping not to wake her up. She was sleeping, and Sam stood watching her. He saw her face was slightly red and puffy. She'd fallen asleep crying again.
Sam felt tears burning in his own eyes now. He felt sick. His whole life had been about protecting Evy and keeping her safe from harm. Making sure she knew he loved her. And he knew was failing. He wiped his tears away, almost waking Evy up to hold her and tell her how sorry he was for making her think he hated her. But he was still angry. She was no longer a child. Her actions had to have consequences. She had run away from home in a fit of rage, and she had to realize that she couldn't do that and just have their relationship go back to the way it was. Despite what he feared she was thinking at that moment, Sam was proud of the young woman he'd raised, and he hoped to have the chance to tell her that again soon. Memories started to form in Sam's head, and they overwhelmed him. Sam choked back a sob. He missed his little girl so bad it hurt. Unable to completely ignore her at the moment, Sam reached down, pulled her blanket to her chest, and gently stroked her cheek.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Daddy does love you. Nothing will ever change that." He whispered. He kissed her forehead and turned to leave, two of his own tears streaming down his face.