Word: Numb
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His brother was gone, taken away from him forever this time. Bobby walked out, leaving them alone. Sam never saw him leave. The boy was too numb to notice.
"Why Dean?"
He stared off into nothing, his eyes a blank canvas. He had gotten past Dean's death once before, but this time it was different, this time it was by a random case, not something hell-bent on tearing him limb from limb.
Sam's focus returned back to his brother. Dean looked so peaceful. Sam took a deep breath and slipped his gun from his jeans. It was his only option.