Day 3
It’s been awhile, Sam knows that. It shouldn’t even matter anymore. Something said in the heat of the moment shouldn’t be held on to for very long, let alone the years Sam’s been pondering over it. But it’s hard. Every time he leaves the bunker, whether it’s for a hunt or just running errands, he’s almost paralyzed with the fear that Dean will be gone when he gets back.
You walk out that door, don’t you ever come back.
Sam knows that Dean didn’t mean it, he just wanted to cut him with the most hurtful words. Dean doesn’t know that Sam wanted to come home almost as soon as he set foot on campus at Stanford. Doesn’t know he almost starved his first summer in California because he couldn’t get a job and had no place to go. It’s not his fault
You walk out that door, don’t you ever come back.
It’s just that, as the years go by and the fights get angrier, Sam’s been doubting that Dean even wants him here at all. This last go around about Amelia and Benny had his head so jumbled up he walked out the door without a thought. Ten minutes later he was sitting on the side of the road breathing heavily into his hands, trying to hold the panic back.
