Devil On My Shoulder

Bye, Dean.

deans pov.

I get out of the impala after parking it in front of the bunker's entrance. stepping down from the hazel colored stairs leading to the door, it had a key taped to the front. it was sam's.

I took the key off the door and quickly got myself at the foyer. stepping down the steps and to the table where a map of the globe sits, I yelled, "Sam!?". I called again and again and again... and again.

I ended my path back at the table, spotting a tape and sam's laptop on it. "God damnit, Sam." I said under my breath.

Putting the tape inside the laptop and playing it, it started off with sam in the car at night. it was dim, street lights barely touching his face. he smiled at me. "Hey Dean. By now you are wondering where I am– well, i'm gone." he cleared his throat. "I'm in love, and I know you'll try to get me to change my mind about him, but it will never change. I love lucifer."

I closed the laptop, ending the video then clenched my fist. "Sam.." I said in anger and frustration. the words struggling to go through my gritted teeth.