A/N: The chapter has been Re-Vamped. Thanks for the wonderful dharkcharlotte for helping me out in the story. Thanks for the wonderful review.
Chapter four – Truth (part 2)
Dean looked around the room as he entered; Hermione asking where she was sleeping as he took in the familiar sight of two double beds and an old sofa along the far wall. He dropped his stuff by the bed closest to the door and pointed to the couch.
"You're joking… right?" She asked incredulously; folding her arms across her chest as she turned her glare on him.
"Umm… Nope." Dean responded as he moved to the bed he'd already claimed.
"Look Hermione, you can take my bed." Sam offered before Hermione could start an argument with his brother. He couldn't handle any more arguing on top of everything that had already happen. He just didn't have the strength emotionally.
Hermione took a deep breath; many years of arguing with bull headed Gryffindors had taught her how to control her temper. She eyed his tall frame and compared it to the short length of the grotty couch and sighed.
"It's okay Sam. I can sleep on the couch. Besides I am a lot smaller than you. You just won't fit in it," she said while heading towards the couch.
"See it's all settled." Dean smirked as he pulled something out of his bag.
"What is wrong with you?" Hermione shouted. Without warning, she finally exploded; the feelings held in check since witnessing her friend's gruesome death by fire releasing unexpectedly.
Dean had been acting as if he didn't care about what happened and Sam was still in state of shock; blindly following his brother's lead.
"Sam, I haven't seen you express any reaction or emotion since we escaped the fire in your apartment! I can't …" Hermione's ranting was cut short by Sam's unexpected response.
"Emotion? Reaction? What about you? You haven't shown much to speak of either. How the hell do you want me to react? Crawl into a corner and cry? I just watched my girlfriend go up in flames as she lay pinned to the ceiling." He bellowed. Sam tried to pace, but the room was just too small and crowded. He had to settle for standing near the bathroom and glaring everywhere but at the other people in the room..
Hermione was beyond tired of holding in all of the emotion she held in her chest. The barely tolerable pain she'd been experiencing day after day had only increased with the additional loss of Jessica.
"I …" Hermione didn't know how to respond to Sam. She knew better than some how it felt to lose someone.
Dean just stared at them. This was some heavy chick flick stuff and he didn't know how to react to the situation laid out before him.
Sam exploded at the sound of Hermione's tentative voice. "What Hermione? You don't have anything to say?!" He yelled as he walked toward her. He grabbed her arms; shocking both her and Dean. "Well! Tell me how I should feel!"
"Sam that's enough!" Dean yelled. Sam was seriously scaring Dean with his reaction. Hermione was on the verge of tears. She looked into Sam's eyes; trying to be strong, but she'd never seen him behave this way. Never seen him lose control of his anger before.
She pushed Sam away from her, surprised he gave way so easily. "You aren't the only one that's lost someone Sam. At least you still have your brother." She said, her tone softly accusing as she grabbed up her change of clothing and made for the bathroom.
As she entered the restroom Dean turned on his brother. "Sam what the hell was that?"
"I don't know." He responded as he sat on the edge of the bed. Running his hand through his hair; Sam laid back on the bed and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.
"You gotta pull it together man." Although he didn't acknowledge it, they both knew he heard Dean.
Both Dean and Sam were already in bed when Hermione exited the bathoom.
She put her discarded clothing in her bag and went to the couch. She made her bed with the extra sheets and laid down; turning away from the brothers to stare at the faded upholstery. How was she supposed to sleep after what had just happened between her and Sam? She continued to stare at the gaudy couch until she heard movement from one of the beds behind her. She held still until she heard the door of the room open and then close again.
Hermione turned around to see that it was Sam that had gotten up and gone outside. Since she was wearing flannel pajama pants and a shirt, she only grabbed her coat and shoes and followed him outside. As she closed the door quietly, she saw her friend standing at the side of the road. She approached him carefully since she really didn't want to startle him and he seemed lost in his thoughts.
Hermione stopped beside him and was both relieved and distressed to see the tears running down his cheeks. She reached up and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"She's really gone isn't she?" He asked after what seemed like an eternity.
"Yes." She replied; trying to be strong and hold back the tears she also wanted to shed.
His knees gave out, no longer able to support him under the weight of his grief and Hermione fell to her knees beside him. "Let it out Sam, the only way to get through this is to let it all out." She murmured as she followed her own advice and released the tears she'd been holding in.
"Oh Sam. I'm so sorry." Hermione crooned through her tears as she held him; tightening her small arms around his shaking frame. "We have to be strong."
Throughout their emotional breakdown neither of them noticed Dean watching over them from the window. He watched as Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around Sam and knew he needed to be strong for his brother. And right now that meant finding his father and killing the son of a bitch that destroyed his family's lives.
A/N: Thank you so much for you guys who have been following the story I am enjoying writing this piece will promise to bring more soon. Will try to update it every week or sooner.
