So Much More.
Dean's hand hovered over the bin for a moment, and Sam felt his breath hitch and heart slow then sped up. He did nothing, then Dean's fingers loosened over the black cord which held the amulet that Sam had given him all them years ago
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Chapter One: Missed
Dean turned from Sam, his expression unreadable to his younger brother who was desperately trying to explain that Dean had it wrong, that Sam's heaven wasn't getting away from Dean, it was with Dean.
But his throat tightened when he noticed that Dean was gripping something from is neck and was taking it off. His fist clenched tightly, trying to not show weakness when he caught the flash of gold.
The amulet that Sam had given Dean.
It was like a sucker punch to the chest making his fragile ribs give way and his neck to seemingly swell from what seemed to be an invisible noose that tightened slowly but surely, almost like plastic bag swallowing him and he could do nought to stop it.
Dean walked over the metal bin which was right by the door, one arm full of his belongings while the other gripped the amulet in a tight grip, dangling it mercilessly over the bin.
Dean's hand hovered over the bin for a moment, and Sam felt his breath hitch while his heart slowed then sped up. He did nothing, then Dean's fingers loosened over the black cord which held the amulet that Sam had given him all them years ago.
Sam's heart sunk as fast as the amulet did to the bin floor. It seemed to echo the dim thud that signified the amulet had hit the bottom and it seemed that Sams heart did just the same. He looked up, his eyes shamelessly wet as he heard the door slam close, Dean having gone to put his duffle into the Impala.
Sam fell to the floor on his knees, gasping for breath which he was unable to get. His chest felt tight, almost on fire as he cried there and then. He gave no proclamation to the irritating honking of the Impala's horn. Why should he when Dean, his brother, had all but said that he had given up on Sam, on them?
To Dean, it might seem that he had given up on God, but it held so much more meaning than that to Sam, he had given that to his brother instead of his father because it was Dean, who always loved him, who always hugged him, who never belittled him, who never hurt him. That amulet was almost like a physical manifestation of the brothers bond and Dean, Dean whom family meant more than anything, had just thrown it away, like there was no significant meaning behind it.
Then, Sam rose with determination. While his brother may not love him, he loved his brother goddamnit and he was going to go out of his way to prove that. Even if they may never be brothers again, Sam could at least die happy knowing that he at least tried.