Disclaimer: I own nothing. The song belongs to Rascal Flatts.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me
Sam stared out the window of his brother's car, watching the rain falling on the pavement. He was trying not to think of her…anything but her…but he couldn't help it. It was his fault she was gone, he knew that. He'd been dreaming about it for weeks, wondering what might have happened if he hadn't gone with Dean
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin' to do
He could feel Dean's eyes on him as they sat inside the busy Wendy's. It was Saturday night and the place was packed with high school kids hanging out and families enjoying their meals. Sam watched a young couple with two small children, a little girl with blonde curls in a booster seat and a baby boy with ketchup in his hair sitting in a high chair. Sam felt his burger clog in his throat. That could've been him and Jess. It could've been.
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' It
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
He'd already decided that he had to kill this thing, whatever it was. It had taken his life and he was more than happy to return the favor.
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Sam wondered vaguely if Jess blamed him. He hoped that she didn't. He hoped that she knew how much he loved her. God, he loved her.
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
He drove slower than Dean. Dean loved to take things fast. Sam thought that was stupid. You take things too fast, you might miss stuff. Jess had always said that. Sam tried to explain that to Dean, but he'd just looked at him like he was crazy. Sam shook his head. Dean. His eternal reality check. He knew that Dean knew something was up and that he'd pry it out of him eventually. That's just what Dean did. He was slowly helping Sam heal, even though neither of them realized it yet.
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do