Hunters

Forget Regrets

- not proof read. Not sure when or if I'll write more, so I'm publishing what I have. Enjoy!-

* Sam's POV *

That night, I laid down and cried. Hard. I had not shed this amount of tears since Bobby passed to be honest. My tears just kept coming, and my heart just kept burning. I messed up real bad. This time, there would be no apologies. There would be no make up hugs and forgiveness speeches. This sin I have committed cannot be forgiven this time. I purposefully wronged May, the only one I've ever really trusted, and that can't be taken back. Even these days it was beginning to get hard to trust Dean, and the fact that he talked me into ruining what I had with May angered me. It made me furious; it made my soul flame with rage.

Another salty tear rolls slowly at first, then drops down off my cheek as I lay on my bed. My sheets are coming off and my comforter is somewhere across the room, but I could care less. I'm cold, I'm cold inside. I'm scared. How could Dean do this? She's human. She doesn't deserve to be hauled off and kept like bait. She was my only friend, she was the girl I had feelings for. The girl I.... Loved. Yes, love. I love May. I love May. But even if she ever did love me, she doesn't anymore. And maybe I deserve that.

My thoughts swirl, and another round of tears wash over me, spilling out onto my already red cheeks. What have I done? This can't be it... I know what I have to do. I have to defy Dean, the only authority I have ever respected and have left. My father was good for nothing. Bobby is gone. All I have left is Dean. But that doesn't mean that I will stand by this. What he did is absurd and wrong. I have to change it.

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I wait that night until around 2 in the morning, when I'm sure Dean is asleep. The halls are sullen and silent, and creeping along them is haunting. The swirling carpet reminds me of ghosts, hands snaking up to grab at my ankles. Like the ghosts of my pasts, the ghosts of the ones I have failed. Maybe this time I won't have to be a disappointment. It's always been me who messes up, me who made the wrong choice. Now, I just have to hope this is the right choice. Because this time, someone I love is on the line.

My feet make no noise as I carefully step down the long corridor, taking notice that no light comes out from under Dean's door. That's a good sign. A few feet later, when I'm cleared of Dean's door, I sigh in relief. But I still have a second obstacle ahead of me.

I reach the hallway door that leads to the main rooms of the bunker. The door that is painfully creaky.

Taking the golden knob in my hand, I twist it to the right as slowly as possible. I hear a tiny click, indicating that the latch has been undone, and pull the door slowly. It creaks loudly, groaning as it's old hinges are forced to work. I freeze in my place, waiting for Dean's door to come flying open, his pistol in his hand. And if that barrel was pointed at me, I'm not so sure that Dean wouldn't pull the trigger. I didn't think he could do something like he is to May, so now, all my expectations of Dean are out the window. There is no assuming; he's a completely different person somehow.

After a long three minutes of waiting for Dean to show, I decide to continue opening the horrid door. I yank it the rest of the way open, going for a quick scream of the door and lurching through it. I leave it open, not wanting to suffer through the loud screech again. I hastily travel down the familiar halls, searching my way through the dark until I reach the torture chamber doors. It looked much like a closet from the outside, and when I stepped in, a small library revealed itself. About eight shelves of files stood, each of them containing a copious amount manila folders. They were all documented torture sessions of various creatures, and to be honest, they creeped me out. Not very many things creeped me out, but I could almost hear the screams of agony as I looked through them the first day I came across them.

I take a small step forward, shakily walking past the shelves until I reach the last ones. Fingers trembling, I found the latch. I was terrified of what I would see. Slowly, in hopes of staying quiet, I pull back the shelf and walk into the entrance of the dungeon. I hold my breath, hoping to God that I didn't see May laying there bloody.

"Sam?" whispered a hoarse voice, and my head snaps to the left. There she is. May sits bound to a chair, ropes binding her wrists.

"May," I gasp, hurrying to untie her. I thanked my lucky stars silently as I only saw minor injuries on her. Though she looked beat up, nothing was immediately life threatening. There was a dark purple bruise to her right eye, and I would doubt that Dean had knocker her out this way.

"Are you hurt?" I double check, and May just looks up at me with changed eyes. She wasn't relieved to see me anymore, she looked almost like she would have rather been left alone.

"Y-yes. Here," May manages to get out, and I can see how painful even blinking is for her. Once I untie her, she reaches up to place a hand on her heart. She's hurt. Her heart is. And I don't blame her.

"My eye fucking hurts," she coughs, pain flashing in her eyes.

"I know baby, I'm so sorry. I'm going to help you, I won't let Dean do this," I whisper, untying her second hand. She springs free, standing up and brushing the cobwebs off of herself.

"Sam, I'm leaving. Thank you for standing against Dean, but you didn't do it soon enough," May spits, looking at me disgustedly. I nod. I didn't expect her to forgive me. But I can still help her.

"There's a car in the garage that we passed coming up here. You know what I mean?" I start, and May nods.

"It isn't in great shape, but it runs. Take it to town and if you want, just get on a bus. Or, it's yours. I have the keys in my room, and there's a pair of keys to the garage on the same loop. Listen, I want you to wait outside while I go get your bag, Lucy, and those keys. I'll be right back," I tell May, and she nods.

I turn to go out the door, preparing myself for the task in front of me. Getting in and out of the bedrooms without alerting Dean.

"Sam?"

I spin around.

"Thank you," May nods, and I half-smile.

"It's the least I can do."

With that, I watch May climb up he stairs and go outside. After that, carefully, I make my way back to the bedrooms, now glad that I left the door open. I stop in my room first, grabbing the keys from my beside table along with all the money in my wallet, which was a sad 40 dollars. But anything will help May. Then, I creep out, entering May's room, casing Lucy to lift her head. Her tail wags a little, and I shush her. If she barks...

I shove all the things I see of May's into the bag, then put the $40 in. I grab the leash May has and clip it onto the sitting dog, then quietly lead her out of the room. I glance at Dean's room, noticing that the lights are still out. Good, good. I just have to hurry.

I scurry out into the bunker, cringing when I hear Lucy's nails click on the tile. I make my way up the stairs and swing the door open, sighing. Okay. I did it. I step out further,the look around in confusion.

"May?" I call quietly, looking around in the darkness. But I couldn't see a thing. It was too dark.

And then it hit me. Dean's door had been open.