Shut Up! (SPN Fic)

Chapter 2

Sam couldn't take it, he broke. Sobs racking his back. His dad was gone. Yeah he was an asshole, but he missed him, not as much as he'd miss Dean granted, but John was the only other family he had.

Paige shushed him quietly and kissed his cheek gently, trying to reassure him.

"Everything's going to be okay." She whispered, continuing to hug him.

Sam willed himself to stop shaking, going to pull away he saw blood seeping through his sleeve.

"N-No" he stammered panicking and hugged Paige closer to him.

She held onto him a bit tighter, feeling his heart beating against her.

"Sam, you're going to be fine. You're upset now, but you'll get over it." Paige said, looking at him. Sam nodded and pulled away, hiding his arm behind his back quickly.

"S-sorry." Sam whimpered.

Paige frowned and grabbed hold of the arm hidden behind Sam's back. "Something wrong?" She asked.

Sam froze, panic set on his face. He tried pulling his arm away, wincing in pain.

Paige didn't let his hand move away at all.

"What is it?" She asked, worried as she pulled back his sleeve, exposing his wrist. Sam couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Couldn't even breathe. Tears poured down his face. She knew. Paige knew. He was so fucked.

She gasped as she inspected his wrist.

"Sammy..." she breathed, tilting her head to look at him.

"Why?" She questioned.

Sam was shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut and began mumbling a mantra of,

"Sorry...Weak...Didn't mean to..." Paige quickly ripped the sleeve off of her shirt and wrapped it tightly around Sam's wrist.

"Dean doesn't have to know a thing." She told him, looking back at him. "You're not weak at all, it's not your fault."

Sam tried to breath. His knees were going weak. Before he knew what was happening, he was in a heap on the floor, shaking and sobbing. She quickly crouched down beside Sam on the floor.

"Hey, shh, stop crying." She cooed, stroking his hair softly.

"You'll be okay, don't worry." Sam nodded slightly,

"M'sorry..."

"Don't be sorry for anything, Sammy." She mumbled.

Sam leant against the wall, wiping his eyes. His breathing slowly getting back to normal, when he heard footsteps, "D-Dean..." Sam whimpered. He couldn't hide, Dean would know. Would know how weak he is.