I'm sorry any line breaks or ways to separate bits of this fic and I can't seem to be able to get it to work. I'm also sorry that I couldn't update it over the weekend I had a migraine and I've only just managed to get free time (science homework and theory next….YAY….). But that also means this is hot off the press (always wanted an excuse to use that phrase). I seem to be apologising too much stuff so far so I'll do it again, sorry for apologising. How's life, Guys? I hope you're enjoying this so far! I have LOVED reading all the reviews so thank you to my trusty reviewees (that's officially a word now!). I hope all my babble doesn't put you off but I just found out THERE'S A COMICCON IN DONCASTER! I'm so happy I think I'm gonna die! With that note I shall get back to the story.

"I'm sorry, Sammy." John's voice broke the silence that had fallen since Dean had gone. Sam knew that it wasn't fair to expect them to stay forever but he had hoped it would last longer.

"Sammy." His father's voice was louder now but it hadn't lost its hesitance.

"Yeah."

"The Hunt" His father probed.

"What about it?" Sam said dryly attempting to keep his face unreadable. There was no need; his father couldn't read him half as well as his brother did.

"We don-" John cut himself off.

"Dad, you have to go, I get it." He said calmly. "So go already."

"We'll go when Dean gets back. We'll only be gone two days maybe three at most. Everything's going to be fine. When we get back everything will be better. Okay?"

"I'm still alive right now aren't I, I can look after myself Dad." Sam said calmly but he was panicking slightly now and his head was spinning as he thought of life without them. This was just a small hunt but one would lead to another. And another. And another. And then they would be gone as quickly as they came. However much Sam didn't want them to go, though he could feel the anger and acrid taste of resentment welling inside him. He wanted this life and as much as the last weeks had almost drawn him to the very verge of his existence, at the end of the day it was what he wanted.

"It's time Sammy." John said solemnly as Dean walked through the door. Sam choked back a laugh as he realized how clichéd those words were. As he suppressed it a burst of coughs caused him to jerk upright and the older two worriedly glanced to each other.

"Go already." Sam said boredly.

"No point in dragging this out then," Dean spoke quietly and it was clear to see that this would be his goodbye. He pulled his brother into a rough embrace, breathing in the calmness he felt wash over them. Sam returned the gesture and then hugged his father in turn. And then they were gone. Sam listened as the car pulled away and it's familiar voice grew further and further away. They were gone.

The room seemed quiet compared to the former noise that John and Dean had made. It was too quiet. It seemed to echo and swell with the sadness Sam felt in their absence. A cool breeze slipped in through the open window as he thought of the jobs he presumably no longer had. A working week had passed and they were unforgiving.

Even the star worker wouldn't get his job back. He felt the annoyance build in the back of his mind. Then he remembered the inevitable once again. Dean and John would go. They had strangers to save; strangers who deprived him of his family, strangers who were allowed to depend upon his family more than he could. He felt a wave of trepidation roll down him and gulped in quick, sharp breaths as a pain spread it's way down his neck and chest. Dread consumed him as he thought. It was as if God was taking the saying 'gutted' a little too literally. The truth had that effect. It made him want to scream.

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The hackles on Dean's neck rose as his thoughts returned to his brother.

He shouldn't be alone. Dean thought. Hat was a thought that had crossed his mind an awful lot the last few years but it seemed doubly as true now. Sam had needed him, he hadn't been there. He should be with his brother now. The hunt hadn't taken long but they had to watch the sucker burn before they could leave. Not to mention his father was putting it off because if the truth was faced, neither of them knew what they were going to do next. What boundaries had been raised since Sam was gone? Sam was alone now, he was independent. He could take care of himself. The more Dean thought the more he wondered just how much of his younger brother was left? But he'd already proven he needed help. He was ready for his own life's responsibility yet. Not that Sam wanted help. Too bad he was gonna get it.

AN: I'm really sorry for the cliché phrases and cheesey lines. They were just too irresistible. Also sorry it's so short. Thanks,

Flo x