Character: Sam (Gen)
Summary: Drabble on "Spilled Milk" for 100_ghosts.
"No use crying over spilled milk," Dad always said.
Sam being the youngest, he probably heard that more than anyone. Clumsy little hands trying to do too much, all those things to take care of while Dad was working, hunting, busy. They didn't always go right; Sam was just a kid.
The words are in Sam's head now, but it isn't milk that's spilled—it's someone's blood. They didn't rescue her on time.
Don't cry, don't cry, Sam tells himself, trying harder than any nine-year-old should have to while Dean keeps edging closer like he's waiting for Sam to break…
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