Okay, this is an extremely short chapter but hey, it's a bonus chappie so I hope the fact that another chapter will be coming this evening makes up for it. Thanks to all who are reading this and for all of the lovely comments. I am continually blown away by the response. So, until tonight..................
Cindy.
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Dean watched Sam close the door, a smirk on his face. His eyes were blank, but then as if a switch was thrown, the light returned to them. His heart began to pound in his chest painfully. 'What have I done?' he thought, horror flooding his senses. He started toward the door, Sam's name already on his lips, when he was struck with an agonizing pain. It was the same pain from the previous night, and he stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed and clutching his forehead. A wave of dizziness flooded over him as he tried to stand and move to the door again. He fell back onto the bed as darkness slowly engulfed him. His final thought before succumbing to the darkness was of Sam and the look of hurt and devastation in his bewildered, hazel eyes.
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Sam stumbled across the parking lot, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears. He paid no attention to the direction he was going. He just needed to get away from there. As far away as he could. He barely noticed the icy fingers of the night wind as it blew down the neck of his jacket, causing him to shiver. His mind went back to the motel room and Dean. Dean hated him; wished he had never been born. He blamed him for all of the deaths. His mom, Dad, Jess and all the others. Of course, Sam had always blamed himself, but what kept him going was knowing that Dean didn't. He knew he always had Dean's love and respect. But now that was gone. It had all been a cruel lie.
There was nothing left for him there now. Nothing left for him anywhere. He briefly thought of going to Bobby's, but Dean could show up there at any time, and he couldn't bare to see the hatred in his eyes again. He decided to find a bus station and just go as far as what little money he had would take him. Beyond that, he didn't know what he would do. He had nobody. He couldn't go to Bobby's, nor could he go to the Roadhouse. He felt so totally removed from the few friends that he had made at Stanford, so they were not an option either.
He was alone in the world. He had never felt so devastated, and he could no longer hold the tears at bay. He stumbled along, chin to his chest, not caring where he was going or what happened to him. He had lost everyone he loved, and nothing mattered anymore.
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So, I said it was short, but I think it said alot! What do you think? Please let me know.
Cindy