Title : How to Thank Someone
Disclaimer : Me no own, You no sue.
Warning : Slight INCEST and language
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Chapter Three : All You Can Do
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When Dean gets out of the bathroom, he looks around and doesn't see you. What he does see is the open door. He quietly makes his way toward it, and you know that you'll never forget his face when he sees you standing out in the middle of the busy highway, cars whizzing by you and horns blaring.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demands as he races toward the shoulder of the road, his head whipping from side-to-side, watching all the cars going by without even slowing.
"You told me to go away," you say, your voice is strangely light and you don't like how the words feel on your tongue. "I just need a ride."
"You gonna commit suicide?" his words are harsh and you can't help the bitter laugh that escapes your throat. Just two hours ago he was talking about how he wanted you gone, now his eyes are begging you not to leave.
"Since when did you care?" you demand, you feel the anger burning in your chest. Besides, you have a secret: You won't get hit. Too bad he doesn't know that, right?
"Sam?" his voice sounds so hurt, which is weird cause you could've sworn that he hated you.
"I told you not to let me go!" you shout at him and Dean thought that he just saw that car rise off the pavement for just a split second. "You told me to leave you alone, you told me to leave, so fine! Here I am! I'm leaving you again because you want it!" Your shouting so loud but the cars that whisk right on by seem to just keep stealing your words and throwing them in the air and not letting them come back down.
"Not like this, Sam," Dean is shouting right back, he's pacing back and forth by the shoulder, running his hands in his hair and on the back of his neck. "Dammit," he cries, clenching his fists at his side.
"You did this, Dean," you hear yourself yelling, his eyes are transfixed on the semi that you know is heading right for you. "Watch this," you call out, "I want you to watch this!"
The semi's horn is blaring and it's one of the loudest sounds that you've ever heard. It's right there next to the bang that ended your father's life. You smile, it's so close. You're watching Dean's face and when his eyes widen you know that it's working.
You look over to the side and beam at your handiwork. The truck is floating and you just throw your head back and laugh because that's all you can do.
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