a+ subtly, sammy.
First the backwards exorcism, and now this? It’s really only a matter of time until Sam records a top 40 pop song that just happens to use the exorcism as backing vocals.
They’re pretty enough to start a boyband. Get Cas, Garth, and Kevin and you’ll have a full set.
It’s pouring down the night Sam leaves. Dad’s laying on the couch, drunk out of his mind after he and Sam has had one of their biggest fights, maybe the biggest. Sam’s leaving. He’s leaving them for Stanford. Dad tells him that if he leaves, he’s not gonna come back. Sam seems more than happy about that, and it breaks Dean’s heart.
He tries to stop him, tell him he’s doing a mistake. Of course he wants Sam to live his life… But he’s allowed to be selfish once in a while, right?
He’s standing in the rain for what feels like hours but is more like maybe one, going from confused, to kicking stuff and screaming into the air. No one can hear him anyway, and if they did, he wouldn’t care.
He’s soaking wet, and it’s thunder and lighting as well, but he doesn’t even notice. He stares down the road Sam had walked. His Sam has grown up. He left.
This is the worst night of his life.
- You carry all kinds of crap you don’t have to, Dean. It kind of gets clearer when you’re dead.
- Well, in that case, you should be able to see that I am 90% crap. I get rid of that, what then?
- You really want to die not knowing?
Like other ghosts, she whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I’m close enough, she can push me back into the world.
— Fugitive Pieces, Anne Michaels