Chapter Text
We’re not stronger together, Sam.
I was dead the second we said ‘hello’.
I think we’re weaker.
We’re a part of each other, Sam, two halves made whole. MFEO, literally.
Baby, the people closest to you die.
I think we should stay away from each other.
I'll just bring you back each time.
Pick a hemisphere.
You’re my true vessel, Sam.
Bye, Sam.
The curtains were drawn tightly, not a sliver of sunlight able to enter the room, leaving it in a dark, dreamy gloom. Yet, the knife gleamed ominously. The hands of the man who held it were graceful, capable, with long fingers that spoke of gentle strength. But right now they were clenched, in fear and anger and grief.
Sam Winchester looked at his reflection and tried to pretend he didn’t see a shadow of the Devil in his eyes.
He tried to think of a reason to live, but couldn’t find any. His brother wanted nothing to do with him. Almost everyone else he’d ever loved was dead. He had set the world on the path to destruction.
There was nothing left. With a last hateful glare to himself, he brought the blade up to his throat.