Leaving
the soup on the stove, Sam stormed out of the cabin and walked towards the
trail he had seen earlier. His mind was
a filled with confused ideas and anger tore through him.
What right
did the angel have to come between his brother and him? The hunter began to see
the angel as the intruder separating the two of them. The tall man strode down the trail for
several hours. He noticed the sky
darkening and turned to head back towards the cabin.
The
building was dark when Sam entered the yard.
Frowning, the hunter walked up the steps to the porch and he
listened. There was no sound coming from
inside. Opening the door, he listened
and stepped softly inside.
There were
no lights on in the building. Cursing to
himself, Sam headed down the hall towards his brother’s room. He entered quietly and reached the
chair. Sitting quietly, he turned on the
lamp. Dean looked paler than before and
he was feverish.
“Damn,”
the man swore under his breath.
The older man
stirred and the green eyes opened and the older man stared at him.
“Sammy?” There was worry in the voice.
“Yeah,
Dean?”
“Are you
really gonna leave me?”
“I’m…uhhh. Dean, right now you’re sick. Let’s wait and talk about this when you
better.”
The older
man turned his head away. Sam gave him
his meds and some water.
“I’ll fix
you something to eat.” He got up from
the chair.
“I’m not
hungry,” came the soft whisper.
“I’ll find
something you’ll like. I promise.”
Sam headed
down the hall, upset with himself. His
emotions and thoughts were a mass of confusion again. What did he want? He was in a turmoil over want versus need.
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