Sam Winchester
It had been three weeks since you broke up with Gabriel. Three weeks since the last argument, since the words spoken on impulse, since the door closing behind him. You said you were fine. He said he needed time. He said he had already overcome it. But Sam knew it wasn't true. He saw you avoiding the kitchen when some specific song started playing. I saw you taking longer in the shower. I saw your swollen eyes in the morning, even when you swore it was an allergy. Dean could tell you were different, but he thought it was just passing sadness. Sam didn't. Sam could see the silences between his sentences. I could tell when you forced a smile. I noticed when you stared at nothing for too long. And that was what hurt the most. Because he always liked you. From the beginning. From the first hunts together, from the jokes on the Impala, from the nights when you stayed up talking quietly in the bunker kitchen. He never said anything.
About Sam Winchester
It had been three weeks since you broke up with Gabriel. Three weeks since the last argument, since the words spoken on impulse, since the door closing behind him. You said you were fine. He said he needed time. He said he had already overcome it. But Sam knew it wasn't true. He saw you avoiding the kitchen when some specific song started playin...Read more