Dreams

Break Down

Scarlett's P.O.V:

I slam the bathroom door behind me, simultaneously breaking down. 

Once the first tear falls, the rest come like an unbroken stream. They force their way out of my body so urgently that I can't stop them. 

My body shudders at the thought of Dean. The way he gripped me, and held me down, showing no mercy... it scared me more than any vision I had ever had. 

I tell myself to breathe, letting myself rest against the bathroom door.

I didn't have to come here. To try and warn them. Save them even. But still I did, and in turn was threatened with guns, tied down to a chair, and exorcised. 

And it was all because of these visions. Why do I have to have these 'skills'. I should be happy. I should be a free like the birds that fly over my house at 6am in the morning, right before the town starts to stir. But instead I'm a jailbird trapped inside my own mind. 

The uncontrollable sobbing causes pain to shoot up my tender back.

"Damn it" I cry through gritted teeth.

A silent cry escapes my body, emotions spilling over in grievance of what my life could have been if I wasn't cursed with these visions. 

"Scarlett...Uh, are you okay in there?"

Sam.

"I- I, I'm-" I choke out the words, but my brain gives up trying to lie and my heart takes over, revealing the truth "no".

As if I don't already feel small enough, when he comes into the bathroom I'm still sobbing pathetically. 

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, but I knew I didn't have to to know what he was doing.

His brows would be furrowed, beneath them, his eyes sadly watching this crazy girl crying in front of him.

"He scared you huh?" he asks sympathetically and I nod, my bottom lip pouting, trembling like a child's.

"Hey, hey" he coos, bending down slightly, peering into my eyes "he's not gonna hurt you, I promise you". 

My mum had always told me you should give people the benefit of the doubt. And I trusted her, even if I felt like I couldn't trust Sam and Dean right now. 

So I wipe my eyes, look up to the sky drawing in a shaky breath, gather myself and look back at Sam.

He smiles lightly, and I feel at ease enough to return a small smile.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asks kindly.

"Actually" I chuckle, wiping my face of any last remaining tear stains "I'm really, really hungry"

A grin crosses his face and I watch him relax a little. 

I think he felt extremely guilty for his brothers actions. 

"Well, I don't know about anything gourmet" he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly "but we have a ton of pies..."

"A pie sounds great" I smile, leaving the bathroom with him.