Smart. Beautiful. Dead.
Hate love
A heavy silence hung between Sam and John. Sam refused to look at him.
"Wow, you sure do know how to make it feel like a family again" Sam mumbled sarcastically as he gathered his belongings and followed Dean.
John stood immobile he had only been back for 1 day and had managed to wreck all civility him his sons had managed to maintain. He was sure Sam was royally pissed off with him, but the one son he could rely on; lean on, well John had pushed him away too. He was somewhat remorseful, yet still thought that he had done the right thing. Didn't care much really. She was just a girl, and John knew Dean could always find a new one. Love? Well love was just a word, love was for family, love ruined everything, Dean surely didn't love that girl, god, John hoped not. He realized how unsympathetic he was being. Remembered how he was when Mary was taken. Cried, sobbed, and grieved, never dealt with it. He really hoped Dean hadn't loved her, because love had ruined him forever, caused him to wander around aimlessly searching for the revenge that he ached and pleaded for. He hoped, prayed that Dean didn't want the same.
John let out an exasperated sigh...He was wrong; he cared a whole damn lot.
"Dean, wait!" Sam called trudging through dense bush and vines.
Dean rubbed stinging eyes and slowed his walking.
"I... ah..." Sam started as he searched for the words to make it all better.
Sam's head still throbbed. He felt awfully guilty about getting hurt. He could have helped, could stopped his father.
"This... Im" he sighed "Im so sorry Dean, I know exactly how your feeling" he breathed softly.
Dean's swollen red eyes found Sam's. Did he really know how this felt? He wanted to rip his father's eyes out, wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and beat his fists into his father face until they bled.
They approached the road where the Impala and John's truck were parked, a sight for sore eyes. Deans body moved mechanically, unlocked the trunk, put weapons in their place, slipped onto the drivers seat. Not a word said to Sam. His face was drained of emotion until his eyes fell upon her bag. Sam opened to passenger door and his body froze as his gaze fell upon the brown bag which she filled with her most personal possessions, photos, diary, mobile, wallet, perfume, makeup, clothes, shoes, underwear, socks, hairclips, her life in a bag.
"What the hell have you got in here" Dean moaned lugging her bag over his shoulder.
"Why a dead body of course" she joked shooting him a charming smile.
"Might as well be" he retorted jokingly.
"It's..." she wanted to choose her words carefully "My life in a bag"
Dean's hand snaked across the black leather seat and his fingers made their way to the shiny silver zip. He paused for a second then retracted his arm.
"Put it in the back" he ordered Sam as he pulled his eyes away and tried focusing on the dust that covered the dashboard.
"Ok" Sam's hands clasped around small bag straps. He was careful with it, knew how much it meant to Dean. Placed it softly on the backseat then clipped the door shut.
Sam sunk into the passenger seat.
"Are we waiting for dad?" Sam asked after a few seconds.
Dean exhaled a labored sigh, slipped a key in the Impala's ignition. It started with a jolt and a roar. "No"
Sam hadn't the nerve to argue or complain, hadn't the reason to either. His father had done the unspeakable, killed another human being, Eve. He had given up Stanford to look for his father, wanted to help him kill what had taken Jess. But that could wait one more day. Dean meant the most right now.