"My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break."
― William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew


A/N1: The end of S11 was farcical. All of the pain & suffering the Winchesters endured in their lives, and none of it was addressed when they had Chuck right in their midst. Dean's well-deserved anger was dismissed with "don't confuse me with your father" and Sam got to wonder about ears and mountains instead of being allowed to express any anger at all. I think things should've been handled way differently, so this story should be considered a missing scene to the end of Season 11.


"Anybody can become angry — that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way — that is not within everybody's power and is not easy."
― Aristotle


Sam lifted the lid on the "keepsake" box in his room. Nothing was moved, nothing was disturbed, and yet –

"Wondering how the amulet got out of the box and into your pocket?" Chuck asked from the doorway.

"Kinda self-explanatory, I guess," Sam answered. He smoothed the contents down even though they didn't need it and closed the lid.

"Wondering anything else?"

Sam thought of a thousand things he was wondering, about the state of the world and why it was the Winchesters' obligation to save it over and over, but he didn't want the answers he figured he'd get from Chuck: 'I don't know, I didn't care, I mean why not, you know why bother, it wasn't really my problem'.

"No. I figure all that is self-explanatory, too."

"You seemed a little more excited about my being here when you were talking with Dean before," Chuck said.

"That was for Dean's benefit. If he knew how pissed, how angry I am at how you treated us, he might just let Amara kill you."

"You used to pray to me."

"I used to think you might care," Sam said. He got no answer. "You know, people say my Dad was a bastard, but he cared. He always cared. Maybe he yelled, maybe I didn't like how he showed it, but we were never nothing to him. The world was never nothing to him. He spent his life saving people you couldn't be bothered to give a damn about. People you still don't give a damn about. You care when it's convenient, when it benefits you, and nothing else."

Chuck's demeanor stiffened. "I'm used to a little more respect."

"Yeah? Maybe you should do a little more to deserve it. Your sister got on your nerves and one of your kids wanted undivided attention and because of that you ruined our lives. You set the world up so that this was on us. This was always on us and it's still on us even now. So, you know what? You can save it."

"After everything I've done for you."

"What have you done? My mother died. My girlfriend died. My father went to hell. My brother went to hell. Yeah, thanks for that."

"You should watch your tone."

"You should remember that you need us to stop Amara." Sam got no answer again and he walked past Chuck and out of his room. "So excuse me while my brother and I figure out how to save your ass."

The End.


A/N2: Prayers please for my best friend who has Stage IV cancer, my nephew who tried to commit suicide (and came this close to succeeding) and, really, for everyone in this fandom because we're family and even when it feels like the world is collapsing, we have each other.