Word: Shot
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He fiddled with it, rolling it in his hands. He turned it toward himself when Bobby walked in.
"Sammy, what are you doing?"
Sam looked up at the older man, or rather through him.
"What's the point of living? Dean's gone now."
Bobby grabbed Sam's shoulders. He wanted to hit him.
"This isn't the way kid, you know that."
Sam half smiled.
"Really? What do I have left? Not like I can put 'hunter' on a resume."
Bobby tried to speak again, but Sam shoved him away, the door slamming shut. Moments later, a shot rang out. Sam was gone.