the sweet hurt

Wincest Writing Challenge: March (@codemented vs. @sweet-sammy-kisses)
Prompt: Hurt!Sam 
Rating: PG

Sam’s back hits something, and it hits it hard. His ears are ringing and he feels like his spine has just broken in half, but he can still feel his legs if the pain is any indicator of it, and when he starts sliding down, he can dig his heels into the ground as he grabs a hold of the metal frame behind him. It’s the Impala. Thank God, it’s the Impala. His hand’s bloody and he can’t see much when he turns around and searches for the door’s handle, but he finds it just in time to slip inside the car and slam the door closed as the monster charges for him. It crashes into the car and Sam’s still gasping for air as the impact rocks him sideways, making it difficult to get the car key into the lock.

He manages, however. The car speeds backwards, turns, and he steers it for the road as quickly as he can - he’s bleeding, but he’s not sure how badly yet. He needs Dean for this. He needs Dean and proper weapons.

This was supposed to be a scouting mission, not a kill mission.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.