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Sam sat on the floor at the foot of the bed with his knees to his chest. He had been back at the hotel room by himself for three hours now. He was exhausted and his eyes burned but he didn't want to move.
Then he heard Dean's cellphone ringing across the room.
"Shut up," he mumbled.
The phone kept ringing.
Sam found the strength to pull himself up to go see who was calling. Dean usually never forgot to take his phone with him unless he was in a rush.
He answered but didn't say anything.
"Hey! Just calling to make sure you boys ain't killed your father yet."
"B-"
Sam couldn't even get his name out. He felt his whole body seize up and more tears forming.
"Dean? Sam?" the voice asked. "Y'all okay?"
"No," he squeaked out.
"Well stop crying and tell me what's goin on."
Sam tried his best to take a deep breath.
"I-I-It's Brooke."
"Who the hell is Brooke?"
"You know, Brooke!"
The line was quiet for a minute.
"What happened kid?"
"Dean shot her."
"Why did he do that?"
"I don't know!" Sam screamed.
Sam could hear a sigh on the other side, followed by something being said quietly so Sam couldn't hear.
"Who's there with you?"
"No one. I'm alone."
"I don't like the idea of ya being there alone this upset."
"I'm fine. Someone should be back soon anyway."
"I can stay on the line if you want. Don't have to talk about anything."
"Yeah, okay."
Sam cried quietly for a few more minutes until he calmed down. He finally heard a car pull up outside the room.
"I think they're here," he said quietly.
"Okay. You sure you're alright?"
"I'm sure."
"Okay kid. I'll see you when you get back."
"Bye Bobby."
Sam hung up the phone and wiped his face off quickly with his sleeves. He realized he couldn't face his Dad and he especially didn't even want to see Dean right now.
Sam heard the hotel room door unlocked and ran into the bathroom slamming the door shut behind him.
John and Dean pulled up outside the hotel room. Neither of them spoke a word to each other the whole night. They just staged the scene, called 911, spent an hour giving their cover story to police, and then drove back.
Wes was waiting for them outside, smoking a cigarette.
"How'd it go?" he asked when they got out of the truck.
"Go check on your brother," John ordered Dean. "Tell him to start packing his things if he hasn't already done so. We gotta get the hell out of here."
"Yes sir," Dean rattled off as he headed towards the door, unlocking it.
"Sam?" he called when he stepped inside.
He heard the bathroom door slam shut.
Dean hesitated for a few. He eventually walked over to the bathroom door. He knew he had to say something but he couldn't think of what. It was just Sam! He was the one Sam went to with all his problems anyway.
"Sam?"
Nothing.
"Listen, Dad wants to leave tonight so… get all your stuff, alright?"
Still nothing.
"Can you give me a yeah or something so I know you're still alive?"
Dean cringed.
"Sorry, bad choice of words."
And still nothing.
"Sammy please talk to me."
The bathroom door opened quietly. Dean felt a moment of relief, only for Sam to walk right past him and go out the front door.
"How'd it go?"
"Go check on your brother. Tell him to start packing his things if he hasn't already done so. We gotta get the hell out of here."
"Yes sir."
"I ask again, how did it go?" Wes asked once Dean was out of earshot.
"Just peachy Lockman," John answered sarcastically. "Why do you ask?"
"Cause I've been listening to your boy crying through the walls for the past hour. Kid got some lungs on him."
John sighed. This is what he was afraid of.
"Well, he needs to get over it and accept that monsters are not our friends."
"Weren't you the one who pushed him to go out with this girl tonight?"
"That was before we knew they were wizards. Believe me, had I known, it would have just been Dean and I there tonight."
"You still would have killed someone your boy considered a friend at some point. Didn't he say they went to school together?"
"Doesn't matter. Sam knows better than that. Hell, they both do. God only knows how they didn't pick up on this sooner."
"Because it was always the sister. She kept fucking up and the family had to deal with the consequences. I'm the one that's be tracking them moving all over the grid and each time it was because that girl did something," Wes explained.
"And they used their dad's job as a cover story," John added. "I know."
"I just hope Sam's alright. Monster or not, you could tell he loved her. At that age, you should be heartbroken for being dumped in the cafeteria, not because you watched someone die."
At this point, Sam came out of the hotel room.
"I'm going on a walk," he mumbled as he walked quickly past John and Wes.
"Samuel, I want to leave in half an hour!" John yelled after him.
"I'll be here!" Sam yelled back at him.
"Damn that kid, I swear to God," John said under his breath.
Wes had already loaded his car and drove off, onto the next hunt. John braced himself as he walked into the hotel room. He found Dean running around, angrily shoving clothes into his duffel bag. John carefully watched him before gathering his own clothes to start packing.
"What'd he say to you?"
"Nothing."
"What'd you say to him?"
"Nothing."
"He do that?" John asked, gesturing towards Sam's duffel, all packed and ready to go sitting by the door.
"Must have because I didn't."
John walked over to Dean and grabbed his arm, turning him around to face him.
"This is not your fault," John said quietly in a tone that seemed like he was trying to convince Dean. "You hear me?"
"Yeah good luck trying to tell Sam that!" Dean snapped, his guilt and anger that had been building up finally coming out.
John flinched as if he was going to hit Dean again for his tone, but stopped himself. Dean was clearly upset enough and had a reason to be. John let go of his arm and went into the bathroom to start gathering his things in there. Dean went back over to packing his duffel. Once they triple-checked that they left nothing sketchy lying around, they loaded up the truck and waited for Sam to come back. John leaned against the driver door and Dean sat on the curb, staring at a bug crawling between his feet.
Finally, Sam came back.
"Get in the car," John told Dean. Dean slowly stood up and got in the front passenger seat of the truck as John walked over to meet with Sam.
They were talking quietly so Dean couldn't hear what was being said. It just sounded muffled.
With the way they were standing, Dean couldn't see Sam; just a full view of his dad's backside. Dean sighed. He knew that John was hiding him on purpose.
Dean looked back over again to see Sam start to walk towards the truck, only to be stopped by John putting his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam looked like he caved in and wrapped his arms around John as John softly patted his back.
Safe to say, Dean was shocked by the sight.
After a few seconds, Sam let go and ran off to the truck. Dean watched him open the back door and climb up. They accidentally made eye contact. Dean gave him a soft smile when he saw Sam's face, all tear stained and red like he was trying not to start crying again. Sam simply didn't give a fuck anymore. He was physically and emotionally exhausted. He reached for an old blanket on the floor, folded it into a pillow, and laid down in the backseat, falling asleep before John could even turn the key in the ignition.
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