𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 , supernatural

[30] taken and broken

CHAPTER THIRTY; TAKEN AND BROKEN
season 2 episode 14
*trigger warning: SA*
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THE SILENCE WAS SO LOUD, the three had yet to speak a word the whole drive back to the hotel. It was deafening to all of them, but their thoughts helped to drown it out, still, it hurt. 

It was only when they were inside the room, when the door closed and was locked, did Dean dare to speak, "Alright, we get a couple hours of sleep, then we put this place in our rear-view mirror." Dean told them as he grabbed his duffle bag and started to pack his things, ready to leave at any given moment.

Selene wasn't far behind him, grabbing her bag and stuffing things inside. She wanted this place gone forever, she wanted this day gone—and she wanted Sam back. The old Sam. Her best friend.

The man pacing back and forth wasn't her best friend, he was a shell of Sam. Yet, Selene just couldn't accept it yet—she knew it deep down, but until she was ready to face that cold hard truth. She'll be his best friend.

"Sam, come on." Selene stepped in his path, making him stop his pacing as he barely could look at her after what he did, "I think this is hard, I know it doesn't make sense but right now is not the time to spiral, okay? We need you to work with us."

That's when Sam lifts his eyes up to meet hers, but it feels as if he is looking through her. Staring at her like he had no idea who she was, who he was, or what was even happening. It was clear that he was overwhelmed, that he was struggling to process what was happening and he was drowning in his thoughts. 

"We just get some sleep and leave in the morning?" Sam questions, his tone growing angrier and angrier as he spoke. He looked between Selene and Dean before saying, "Murder, guys. That's what I did."

Selene was quick to say, "Okay, so you killed somebody. We still don't know why, we also still aren't sure it was really you." Dean nods his head in agreement, knowing that they still had so many questions left unanswered. 

"I think it was, more than you know." Sam's eyes grew sad as he spoke, he moves to sit down on one of the beds, bringing his hands to his head as he grows more frustrated.

Dean quickly asks, "What the hell does that mean?"

Sam starts to explain, "For the last few weeks I've been having these feelings of rage, hate...and I can't stop it. It just gets worse, day by day, it gets worse." Sam's voice had a sadness to it again, as if he was defeated, as if he was ashamed to admit this.

Dean took a seat on the other bed, facing his brother while Selene stood between them. Even taking a step back to watch. Watching Sam closely, examining him and his manners, and this time—she really let herself see what she knew.

"You never told me this," Dean said, almost upset that his brother was carrying this burden all by himself. All alone. Dean's whole reason for existence was to care for Sam, at least that is what he made his purpose. So hearing this, he felt like he's been failing.

Sam mumbled shamefully, "I didn't wanna scare you."

Dean stood from the bed angry, "Well, bang up job on that!" As Dean turned his back to Sam, Selene's eyes never left him. Watching him stand up and face his brother, almost forgetting about her presence completely.