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sam winchester || skinny love

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Come on, skinny love just last the year

Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall

You're lying in bed with Sam, backs to each other. It's silent. Has been for months. For some reason, today you try to break it.

"How'd the hunt go today?"

He hesitates. "I'm alive, aren't I?"

The retort feels like a punch to the gut. A year ago, Sam wouldn't have even dreamed of saying something like that. The thought brings tears to your eyes.

"Please break up with me."

You hear Sam roll over. "What?"

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And in the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
And I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

"Please break up with me," you repeat. Silent tears slide down your face. "Because I can't do it. I love you too much. But this is unhealthy, for both of us. Because deep down, I think you love me so much that you hate me. And I keep asking you to be this different person because I love you too much the way you are. And it hurts. And it can't be good for either of us." You roll over to look at him.

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

"There's nothing wrong," he says incredulously, and you have to laugh. You both know that he doesn't believe that.

"Sam, the only thing this relationship is is sex!" you say, and as soon as it comes out, you realize how true it is. "There's nothing else! There's no emotion. No passion. No love. Just... physical."

And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted
And then who the hell was I?
And I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

"I never wanted it to be 'just sex'!" Sam says, raising his voice. "But ever since the demon blood, you've been fading out."

"I know," you whisper. "Because I'm not that kind of person. I'm not the person that you can count on. I can't support anyone, because I'm practically breaking under my own weight." You sigh. "It's better if we just stop."

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?

Sam doesn't say anything. "I know I'm a horrible person. And I know that the second I leave you, I'll have no one. But it's better that way. Because it's better that one of us is happy instead of both of us being miserable."