Another day, another argument with your mother that left you in tears. It wasn't unusual. You had never had a great relationship with the woman who had raised you. It was something you felt immense guilt for, but ultimately were unable to change. You couldn't undo years of words sharpened like knives thrown at each other. You just couldn't, no matter how much you wanted too.

Everything seemed to blur together, you wiped at your eyes in attempt to clear your vision. It worked for a minute. Until your eyes filled with tears all over again. Tears ran down your cheeks, leaving streaks as you walked. More like jogged.

Sam's motel was only a few more blocks away. The Winchester brothers were in town, working with your mother on a case. You might have helped but you didn't feel like working that closely with your mother for God knows how long. You loved the woman though, even if the two of you had always had a rather rough relationship.

The sign for the Blackbird Motel, glowed brightly against the dark night sky. It didn't take long for you to find the room where Sam was staying. You could only hope that Dean was out at the bar or doing something else, anything else. Having the older Winchester open the motel room door to your puffy eyes would be awkward as hell.

112. The number mocked you as you stared at it. Gathering enough courage, you finally knocked on the door. Shuffling could be heard inside of the motel. You wiped your cheeks with the sleeves of your jacket, trying to make yourself a little more presentable.

Sam answered the door. He had a smile on his face upon seeing you, that was until he noticed the tears. The features of his face softened in concern. He always had been the more sympathetic brother, by far.

"{{user}}?" He said gently. "Come inside." He stepped back from the door, giving you some space to walk in.