holdmesamthatwasbeautiful:

Dean is pale, and he stares at
Sam with a terrified expression all over his face. “I don’t understand,” he
says, his voice thick with distress, “I thought we – I thought you felt the same!”

Sam flinches before he snaps: “I
don’t! I, this, what we have – it’s
too fucking messed up, Dean, don’t you get that? I never wanted things to go
this far between us, it needs to stop.”

Dean’s eyes are wide and
glittering in the harsh lightning of the motel room. “God,” he whispers, “God,
I’m so sorry Sammy. I never meant to – I thought. All those things you said, I
thought you wanted this. We can stop, of course we can stop, but Sammy, please
don’t leave!”

“I want to,” Sam tells him dispassionately.
“I need. I need to get away from you, Dean.”

Dean’s eyes are brimming with
tears when he takes a step towards Sam. “Please,” he begs. “Sammy.”

“Don’t,” Sam says, his voice all
ice, “Come near me.”

Sam leaves Dean alone beneath the
ugly florescent light of the motel room.

When he reaches the parking lot,
John is there; leaning against the impala. His hands are shoved into his
pockets, and he regards Sam with a blank expression.

“Did you do as I say?” John asks
shortly. “Did you end it?”

Sam’s face is wet with tears. “Yeah,”
he confirms, his chest thick and aching with guilt. “Just please dad, please don’t punish him.”

John’s face is dark. “I won’t,”
he says stonily. “If you leave.”

Sam closes his eyes, feels his heart break, and nods.