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Sam Winchester (_bitch) wrote,

The surprise impact with the wall hurts a little more than it probably would have in the first place, his bruises from fighting with Dean earlier protesting the harsh treatment, and he makes a sound somewhere between a yelp and the huff of air being pushed out of his lungs abruptly, eyes going a little wide ‘cause he wasn’t exactly expecting that - and because, um, ow - before narrowing into a glare.

>>“No one's going to die, got that? I didn't raise you boys, train you up to...”

Dean materializes nearby, always there to try to break the fighting up, as frustrated as they are except split between them instead of focused on one.

>“It's okay, Dad, we...” and then he’s shoved away, and Sam bristles on his brother’s behalf but he lets it drop when he’s released because the last thing he needs to do is start adding things to what this fight is really about, and if Dean ever wanted to, he could stick up for himself (but he never will, he never will even if sometimes, lots of times, Sam wishes he would).

When his father turns away, Sam lifts a hand to press to his shoulder where his father’s hand was just a moment ago, tries to rub away the throbbing there, and scowls. He doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say, if he’s supposed to say anything, or if he even wants to do what he’s supposed to.