Deans daughter

Chapter 20

Sam and I stood in the woods, i was currently punching his hands while he held mits. It was a good way to take out my frustration.

He hadn't mentioned anything about the night before and neither had I.

"So, how's your head?" He asked me.

"Hungover," I mumbled.

He chuckled slightly and I smirked, hitting his hand full force, which didn't affect him the way I wanted it to.

"So what did you mean last night, when you said you wanted to end it all?" He asked me gently.

I stopped punching and looked up at him, "I- I don't know,"

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes, "that's a serious thing to say, please tell me it was just because you were drunk."

I shrugged and looked up at him, not knowing what to say.

"And you're seventeen, stop getting drunk," he ordered as I began punching again.

"I just got overwhelmed, I promise you I'm not going  to do anything stupid, It had just been a really long day and I was just kind of emotional."

"Did you sleep at all last night?" He asked. I shrugged once again and a deep sigh left his lips.

I knew that I was making him frustrated but I didn't really know what to say.

"Let's just say every time I close my eyes it feels like they aren't going to open again," I muttered.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I don't know, maybe I have too much on my mind."

Sam caught my hand as I went to throw another punch which is when I realized that he had taken off the mits.

"Why did you take them off?" I asked him.

"You've done enough punching, let's just sit and chat," he instructed.

I rolled my eyes at this. Of course he would want to just talk.

"Can't we punch and talk?"

"No, because that's just going to make you too emotional, we're going to sit right here on this log and you are going to tell me exactly why you got drunk, tried to slap me and told me you wanted to end your life."

I took a deep breath, this would take a while.

"To make it short I was basically just talking to dean about my past and it got really deep and emotional, and then I saw jack and I just ended up crying for a really long time.

I went to bed but I couldn't sleep and I realized that you hadn't come back yet so I was going to have a few drinks and see if you would come back, but when you did I was drunk,

I had simply lost track of how much I drank because of how emotional I was that night but to be honest it'll be fine.

I was also just feeling really aggressive because I was angry at everyone and everything for no apparent reason," I explained.

Sam nodded, "You're never drinking again."

I looked at him with wide eyes once I noticed  he was being serious.

"Oh come on, seriously!?"

"Yeah seriously, you always end up in a state when you drink, and if it's not you who's upset then it's someone else, so maybe you should lay off the drink a bit yeah?"

I shook my head, "that is so unfair, Im seventeen I should be able to drink as much as I want."

He shrugged and walked away, "Come on, you're coming back to the bunker where you can get some sleep," he instructed, "and you're right, you are seventeen, which makes you a minor," once he said this I rolled my eyes.