Disclaimer: If this were mine, the show would consist of nothing but chick-flick moments and brotherly schmoop. But as it is, Supernatural has a plot. So clearly, it does not belong to me.
AU after episode 7x04
Sam could feel it building, a pressure that put his brain seconds away from exploding. It kept pushing and pushing and pushing until he was sure he was about to lose all semblance of independent thought. Which was probably the point.
Something major was about to go down, endgame approaching, not more than a few hours away. Because you could only hold onto something for so long, could only push yourself so hard before you blacked out, before your body just broke. And he knew that, had seen it coming for months. But he'd hoped. And he supposed that was where he went wrong.
He wasn't strong enough anymore. His outside reinforcements were gone, destroyed, smashed and strewn in pieces across the ground. And without them, it was just him. And he'd been holding himself there without the chance of respite for far too long already.
Breaking... Slipping... Sliding away...
His muscles were burning, eyes starting to go dark around the edges. Because Lucifer was demanding, was yanking and pulling and tugging and there wasn't much time before he would have to go with it, would have to let gravity take him down.
Because what he had wasn't enough. Not enough to give him the rest he needed so badly. Not enough to keep what was about to happen from happening.
Though he supposed that was partially his fault. Because so much time had passed, so many words and punches. Retribution... Redemption... Fix it, fix it, fix it... But he couldn't. He couldn't fix it. No matter what he did. It was never ever enough...
And he couldn't try anymore.
As much as he could see in everything Dean had done the previous night that he was going to try to be a big brother again, Sam wasn't sure he was going to be able to let him be.
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