All mistakes are my own (but I'd love for you to point them out.)
Disclaimer: I'm all out of witty ways to say that I don't own Supernatural, so, there you go.
AN: This is my first fanfic that doesn't have an OC and is more than pure smut. (Yeah, sorry about that. Give me time and I will give you smut. Really smutty-smut.) It's also the first thing I've posted on here. My Muse has been on strike for a couple of years now and I'm finally slowly getting her back. So, sorry if this sucks.
A.N. #2.: Sorry if my Sam sucks, I'm a Dean girl/Misha minion. Sam's way tomuscle-y for my taste.
Unbeta'd-your get the gist by now.
Reading chapter 1 is kinda necessary now, sorry. And this chapter is just as, if not more angsty.
Sam's shocked, to say the least. He comes back to the motel, breakfast in tow (even a pie, he couldn't help it) and finds his brother crouched on his bed with his arms holding his knees to his chest, face covered in quickly falling tears. Sam drops everything (literally) and moves to Dean, who flinched away from him.
"Dean, what the fuck happened man? What's wrong?" Dean knew this wasn't Sam's fault (damn his newfound mental clarity) but he had no one else to lash out at, having finally gotten the first self-flagellating phase. He glared at Sam with spiteful, hate filled eyes and hissed at his brother.
"Cas is gone. Probably for forever and it's because of you. Because you just had to know what was wrong. It never occurs to you that this is the only way I know how to deal, does it? I suck at all that 'talk through your feelings' shit and you still made me talk. Even got Cas in on it." His laugh was mirthless and bordering on insane. "This is how I deal, Sam. It's the only way that's ever worked for me; I shove all the shit down and deny its existence. But you, you got Cas to ask me what was wrong." He buried his face in his knees and let out a choked sob. "I can't lie to Cas. Couldn't even if I wanted to. He reminded me that he didn't lie to me. I had to tell him and he didn't say a word, didn't let my try to explain, not that it would help," the laugh again, "can't explain what you don't understand. He just left." He didn't even try to hide his sob this time, what was the point? He could show all the weakness he wanted now that Cas had left. Left him.
"And now I'm completely alone. I'll always be alone. Everyone leaves me."
Sam managed to get a few words out "I'm still here, Dean." Dean laughed again and now it was completely insane.
"You? You've left me more than anyone else. You're gonna leave again; don't even try to deny it. There'll be another Stanford or another Ruby or another anything and you'll leave."
"Dean, I won't-"Dean shoved him so hard Sam fell off the bed. "Shut the fuck up Sammy and get the fuck away from me. You're gonna leave so just do it already so I don't have to waste anymore time waiting for it." Sam was about to speak but stopped as Dean aimed a gun at his head.
"I. Said. Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me. I don't want to ever see you again. Just leave already. Leave me alone." When Sam just stood there speechless Dean cocked the gun and Sam finally ran. Dean curled up into an even tighter ball and sobbed, humming "Hey Jude" to himself, trying to think of absolutely nothing and failing miserably.
I told you it was angsty. As with the disclaimer, I can't think of anything witty to give you for reviewing so, cookies and milk for reviews and cookies and soy-milk for my lactose-intolerant reviewers.