Another love

The Family Meeting

So Sam and Dean were sitting on the beach talking about what was going through Sam's mind when she bought the rope. Dean sat there listening, holding on to every word that came out of Sam's mouth.

"...and when I looked at the rope I knew I could actually do it, I could actually kill myself. There was nothing holding me here, you were the only thing that was keeping me here when we were together. I know we aren't together but knowing that I can talk to you when I have those types thoughts, or just when I'm having an off day I can talk to you." Sam says with a lot of hope in her voice.

"About that..." Dean says scarcely.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I can't be just friends with you Sam...I just can't."

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah, you can't just expect me to hold you, tell you I love you and do the things we did and just be friends Sam."

"Take me home now Dean."

"Sam listen to me. I di.."

"No! Take me home!"

"Sam!"

"Take. Me. The. Fuck. Home!"

"Listen to me would you! For once!"

"Fine! Speak, break my heart even more!"

"I'm not leaving, just say you'll be mine and only mine forever."

"I-i can't..."

"What? You've got to be kidding me."

"You are an emotional roller coaster ride that I can't every get off of."

" Dude it isn't even, you're just being a fucking bitch."

"Take me the fuck home now you selfish piece of shit."

"Fine!"

So Dean started to walk to the car and Sam had to chase after him to make sure he didn't leave her behind, he tends to do that when he gets super pissed off. On the way home Dean didn't speak or look at her, he just looked forward gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white and got lost in thought.

They arrived at Sam's house and her parents were out on the porch and they could see that something happened at the beach. Sam's parents said that they wanted Dean in on the meeting as well because he was the one who found Sam.

"Fine but I'm not talking to him at all."

"That's fine honey but we need to talk to him and know what happened." Sheryl look at her concerned.

"Dean get your faggot ass in my fucking house you prick!"

"Why, so you can reject me some more?!"

"No my fucking parents want to talk to you about me almost killing myself thanks for making it about you all the time, like always!"

"Fine but I'm not talking to you!"

"Good, don't!"

So Dean shut off his car and started walking inside. When they all got to the living room Sam sat on the couch, Dean sat on the chair across the room and Sheryl and Randy sat on the couch with Sam.

"So Dean what did you see when Sam opened the door?"

Dean takes in a deep breath to try to calm down before he speaks, "Sams' make-up was running down her face and she had a black dress on and she had fresh cuts on her wrists. I knew something had to be wrong with her. She didn't act normal...sh-she was not good at all she looked weak and drained, like all the life had been sucked out of her. It killed me if we are being honest. I hate seeing her like that, that was one of the worst days of my life."

Sam looked up at Dean wondering what he would say if she asked what the worst day of his life was, she took no time to think before she opened her mouth to ask.

"So what was the worst?"

"What?" Dean looked shocked and hurt.

"What was the worst day of your life, if it wasn't me about to take my own fucking life?"

"Do you want me to be completely honest?"

"Yes."

Sheryl and Randy just sat back and watch the way the two talked to each other, this didn't seem like them at all. They always used to be so happy.

"Today. At the beach."

"Oh...", Sam just fell silent.

"You told me to be honest, you said that I was breaking your heart but you have no idea what your words did to me, you ripped my heart from my chest Sam."

"I-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"I know. You never mean to hurt me but it happens that's apart of life, people get hurt."