Sam is all out of breath and shaky, folding his arms over his chest like it's some sort of small defense, that things'll bounce off them this way. He dips his chin and his gaze flitters around. "Of course it is. John says it all the time. He knows I'm not - right. He knows it's why mom burned. Why would you like me when D-... John made you watch the person who killed your mom?"
His jaw juts a little, and he wipes at one eye with the back of his head, not quite able to look at Dean. He doesn't like when he gets emotional; it's not like he wanted mom to die. He wanted a mom. Hell, he used to pray that whatever's out there would just bring her back. Then maybe his mother would maybe forgive him, and if she forgave him, maybe John and Dean would, too. And they would love him for praying their mother back into their lives.
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Date: 2014-06-15 11:30 pm (UTC)His jaw juts a little, and he wipes at one eye with the back of his head, not quite able to look at Dean. He doesn't like when he gets emotional; it's not like he wanted mom to die. He wanted a mom. Hell, he used to pray that whatever's out there would just bring her back. Then maybe his mother would maybe forgive him, and if she forgave him, maybe John and Dean would, too. And they would love him for praying their mother back into their lives.
It was a stupid idea.