A/N: S3E16. Sorry for all the grammar mistakes.


TITLE: If You Asked

If you asked, Sam wouldn't be able to tell you when he got used to pain; maybe it was when he broke his arm or leg or any limb really for the first time, or maybe when he was shot for the first time, or maybe when he was thrown into a wall for the first time, or maybe when he was being choked for the first time, or maybe when he was stabbed for the first time, or maybe when he went through his growth spurt, or maybe when he was hit with something for the first time, or maybe when he died … for the first time.

... he really wouldn't be able to tell you, because there was a long list of hurt and ache and pain in his mind to choose from.

The only thing that he would be able to tell you for sure would be; the pain of loosing someone... he would never get used to that.

That kind of pain has a different pang to it than any injury he had ever had, a different ache that filled him up until he almost burst. It cut coldly through a different angle in his chest when it happened ... it went diagonally in and then up to his heart, spearing it with its sharpness. Little cracks in his soul, it made. Little cracks that grew and grew until they reached his eyes and exploded. Tight throat and lungs destroyed by quick breaths.

Watching his dead brother lying on the backseat of the car… blood shining in the passing streetlights.


The End.