Challenge Word: Weird

Summary: Sam doesn't know what Dean's done for him

Word Count: 100 each

Sammy Doesn't Know

Runaway

Oh God. Oh God, where's Sammy? Where's Sammy? WHERE'S SAMMY?! Have to fid him, have to find him…

What if he's hurt? What if he's dead? My fault. It's all my fault.

I drive. I look. And look. And look. And look. And look…

Where are you?

He's dead, he's dead I know he's dead. It's so weird. He just disappeared. Oh god, what am I gonna do?

Keep looking. Try so hard, don't sleep. Can't sleep. Can't eat. Have to find him. Have to find my baby brother. Please don't be dead, don't be dead. Please…

Oh god…Dad's home.

Hurts So Good

"I'll find him, Dad," keep your tears hidden, hide them. It'll be worse if you cry. BOOM. "Dad, please, I'll find him, I promise." BOOM.

"DAMN RIGHT YOU'RE GONNA FIND HIM, BOY!" BOOM. BOOM. God, don't cry. Not yet. Not yet. "I TOLD YOU TO WATCH HIM!!" BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry. I'll find him." BOOM. BOOM. Hurts. BOOM. BOOM. He'll say he's sorry, later. Right now it hurts. BOOM. BOOM. "Please."

He leaves, looking for him.

I push myself off the floor. Weird, there's blood on my face. The tears can come now.

The Hurricane

Found him. I found him!

Didn't want to be found.

Don't care. I'm taking him back to Dad. Don't wanna think about what'll happen if I come back without him. I drag him back to the motel, scolding, asking what the hell he was thinking. Mask the fear, relief, bruises.

Dad yells at him more. He yells back. Red faces, harsh words. All I can do is stand there and watch my family fall apart. The sensation's weird.

Go into the bathroom. They won't notice I'm gone. Door muffles the bellowing.

Hate. I hear hate. Cover my ears, and sob.

Like a Rock

His Heaven. So weird. He was happy when he was gone. Away from me. He doesn't know. Didn't sleep, didn't eat, didn't stop looking until I found him. Never been so scared. Dad beat the shit outta me. He doesn't know.

I won't tell. He doesn't need to know. Doesn't need to know how bad it hurt. Doesn't need to know how Dad looked at me.

Doesn't need to know it hurts to know how much he wanted to get away. Doesn't need to know how much I love him.

So I'll keep it locked away. I'm used to it.

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