Actions

Summary: To Dean, actions always spoke louder than words. And he learned one thing. People always lie.

Warnings: Depressing piece.

Disclaimer: You think this would be published on the web if I owned the show?

Mom always said actions spoke louder than words, so I never took someone's words for granted. Promises could, would and were broken. Names meant nothing, they were only words. I developed this habit of watching people shortly after Mom died. People figeted when they lied. People would wrap their arms around themselves when they cried. And people rarely did what they said they would.

Just like Mom.

"I'll never leave you darling."

She burned on the ceiling with her eyes wide open and a look of terror on her face. The fires consumed her as she became one with the earth once again. That's what Dad said one time when he was drunk. He rambled for hours about her eyes and the terror there and how hot it had been, but all I remember thinking was how much she lied, just like everyone else.

Just like Sam.

"I'll never leave without saying goodbye."

I listened to Sam and Dadas they screamed at each other. I just leaned against the railing of the newest house's staircase and watched their shadows yell themseleves horse before two doors slammed shut. One to the car. And another upstairs. Dad climbed into the car and drive off, presumbly to get drunk again. I watched as Sam stomped up the stairs and threw his door open and grab three bag from his bare room before placing them on his shoulders and walking out of the house without a sidewards glance. I mouthed the word 'Liar!' to the door three hours after he left. Breaking his word yet again.

Just like Dad.

"Rule number one. We're hunters and a hunter never leaves without his backup."

I stumbled downstairs and found the house quiet, but that was normal. I was a night owl while Dad was a morning bird, so he was probably trying to find a few more clues to the latest job. I brewed some coffee and noticed no note was anywhere. I took a sip of coffee out of my mug and moved towards the book and weapons room as I desperatly tried to wake up. As soon as I opened the door, I knew somthing was wrong. All the weapons cases were missing except for three which were piled on a table with Dad's journal on top. There was a sticky note attached to the journal. " Dean, I have a few jobs for you."

I threw a punch at the wall and watched as the paint cracked and fingered the dent in the wall. Because then, I knew he had broken his rule and that he wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.

Just like me.

"I'm leaving right now Sam!"

I took one last look at Sam as he walked off and nearly wept. One person could only take so much before he broke. But then, actions could only hurt so much until you became immune to them. Numb, per say. I slammed the trunk shut and threw the car door open and started the engine with a quick flick of my wrist and switched gears. And pressed on the gas as I left Sam in the dust.

Because no matter what he could every say. His actions spoke far louder than his words as he walked away from me again.

"I'm sorry Dean."

Liar.

Sorry, about no progress from me. School has become a tad demanding, so you'll be getting a drabble here and there until I hit inspiration for Shadowy Guardian and Breaking the Facade. Agnsty little piece from me that just touches the iceburg of what I want to write about Supernatural. Please Review, so I can figure if to maybe dabble in this fandom a tad bit more.