Fragments of Tomorrow (Supernatural Fanfiction Book 5)

Shattered Reflections

Sam's First Person Point of View:

I've locked myself in the room Dean and I share. It's been three days since Bobby let slip about Raven being an angel, and my anger is still searing. I haven't spoken to anyone—Dean, Raven, Bobby, or Castiel. I've been isolating myself, digging through old journal entries, searching for some semblance of understanding amidst this storm of betrayal.

I've been staring at these pages, reliving moments that should have been long buried. The entries are a mix of pain, anger, and confusion. Here are some of the things I've written:

August 15, 1990:

"I don't remember much about Mom's death, but I was told it was tragic. It's strange to think about the little I do remember. I was told she was burned alive by a demonic presence. I try to block it out, but the images come back sometimes. The nightmares I have are always about fire and screaming. Why did she have to die? Why do I have to grow up without her? I feel lost in the dark without her."

April 20, 2006:

"Jessica's death is still raw. I've been thinking about the night it happened. It was like a nightmare come to life. I keep seeing her face, the flames consuming her, just like Mom. I can't escape it. It haunts me. I feel like I'm to blame. I was too late. I should have been there. The pain is overwhelming. I'm scared to sleep because the dreams feel too real. I keep hurting myself to feel something other than this unbearable ache inside. I hate this. I hate myself for not being strong enough to protect the people I love."

September 10, 2018:

"I can't take it anymore. The pain I've been inflicting on myself is a release. It's a way to deal with the feelings I can't escape. The anger, the guilt—it's all too much. I wish I could just make it stop. Every cut, every bruise, it's like a temporary distraction from the chaos in my head. I'm scared of what's happening to me, but I don't know how to stop it."

I haven't been eating. I haven't been socializing. The silence from everyone is deafening. I'm not angry that Raven is an angel. I'm angry that I was kept in the dark. It's the secrecy that cuts the deepest.

Dean's First Person Point of View:

I've been stuck in a rut. I refuse to do physical therapy, and it's wearing on me. Seeing Sam's silence, his isolation—it's affecting me deeply. The guilt I've been hiding is creeping up again. I've been trying to keep it together, but it's a struggle.

In a moment of desperation, I stumbled upon one of Sam's old journals while rummaging through his things. My heart sank as I read through his entries. One entry, in particular, caught my eye:

September 10, 2018:"I can't take it anymore. The pain I've been inflicting on myself is a release. It's a way to deal with the feelings I can't escape. The anger, the guilt—it's all too much. I wish I could just make it stop. Every cut, every bruise, it's like a temporary distraction from the chaos in my head. I'm scared of what's happening to me, but I don't know how to stop it."

It hit me hard. Sam has been suffering in silence, and I hadn't noticed. He's been wearing hoodies to hide his scars, and I've been so wrapped up in my own issues that I missed the signs. I needed to talk to Raven, Bobby, and Birch about it.

When I approached them with my worries, I didn't realize Sam was listening. The anger and hurt in his voice when he confronted me were palpable.

"Maybe if you were more concerned with your own damn issues, you wouldn't be such a failure with everything else including walking."