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ratherastory) wrote2011-12-13 03:18 am
ratherastory) wrote2011-12-13 03:18 am
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Dean looks up from where he's been reading the obituaries, startled. Sam is sitting cross-legged on his crappy motel bed, staring at the photos of Jess he keeps in his wallet, hair falling into his face.
"What?"
"What if she's not dead, Dean?" Sam turns eyes on Dean that seem to take up half his face. He's lost a lot of weight since they left Stanford, is gaunt and hollow-eyed, the haunted look never leaving his face these days. "I've been thinking about it," he insists. "They never found her, right?"
"Sam..."
There's no good way to tell your little brother that denial is not a healthy choice for dealing with his dead baby. There's a selfish part of Dean that kind of wants to let Sam cling to this hope, futile as it is, because at least then it'll give him a reason to keep going.
Sam fiddles with the cuff of his jeans, already beginning to fray. He's going to need new clothes, soon. "Do you think... when we find Dad... Do you think he'd help us look for her?"
Someone has replaced Dean's lungs and heart with a ball of molten lead. It hurts to even think about drawing breath.
"Sure, Sammy. Of course he will."
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