someone to you, supernatural [ 1 ]

058. terrible summer

They buried both Dean and Natalie's bodies, Sam refusing to burn his siblings. He said they would need something to bring them back in. It's been two weeks since they died and nobody has been the same.

Libby and Evie have both stayed attached to Sam's side, only tolerating being away from him when one of them has to go to the bathroom or he has to take a shower. Other than that, they both refuse to let him out of their sight, afraid they'll lose him too.

Sam lets them stay latched onto him, it comforting him too. When he's not taking care of them, he's either drinking or researching, both on the computer and through multiple books. He looks for any way to kill Lilith or how to bring his siblings back.

Bobby only ever drinks alcohol and buries himself in helping other hunters and research. Whenever one of the others need him for something, he's there to help in an instant, doing what he can for the rest of the grieving kids.

Jacob's quieter than usual, his sarcastic comments ceasing completely. He also drowns himself in alcohol like the other two men. He stays outside when the sun's up and stays on the couch when it's nighttime, barely uttering a word.

Ophelia is practically numb. She wouldn't get out of bed for the first week, too pained from her father and aunt's deaths to even move. She would spend that time sobbing into her pillow while Bobby or Larissa tried to console her to no avail. She would only nibble on whatever food Larissa made for her, never finishing a meal.

Since she's not feeling only her grief, but everybody else's, it drains the eight year old more than anything, making her form into a hallow shell of her old self. She hates her powers at times like these and feeling everybody's pain makes her just want to scream at the top of her lungs for hours.

Larissa tries to take care of everybody else, saving her tears for when she's alone in the shower. She doesn't feel much grief for Dean, but Natalie had quickly become a best friend and second sister to the woman. She simply does her best to keep everybody else alive -- especially with the three whose favorite coping mechanisms are alcohol. She makes sure they all eat and get some sleep, comforting Ophelia whenever she wakes up from nightmares.

Bobby is currently sitting at his desk while Larissa sits on the couch with Ophelia and Jacob, the woman reading to the young girl. Jacob stares at the TV, not really paying attention as he sips on a bottle of beer. Evie managed to fall asleep, her head on Jacob's lap. Libby is asleep at the kitchen table, having crashed while eating cereal.  Sam jogs down the stairs, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"Where you going?" Bobby questions.

"Um... I-I just need to get some air." Sam says.

"With a bag?" Larissa asks.

"I need a few days." Sam says, shrugging.

"Where's the twins' stuff?" Larissa questions.

"I need a few days alone." Sam clarifies.

"They can't handle a few days of you alone." Larissa says.

"Well, they'll manage." Sam says, an edge in his tone.

"Sam--" Larissa starts.

"Look, I think I know how to parent my own fucking kids, alright, Larissa?" Sam snaps. "You don't need to play mom."

"I'll stop playing mom when you stop drinking your body weight." Larissa snaps.

Ophelia quietly sighs, too tired for fighting on top of grief.

"You sure you wanna be alone?" Bobby asks. "You haven't been alone since..." He trails off, everybody's minds going to that night.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just a couple of days." Sam says, forcing a smile. "Tell the girls I'll be back in a couple of days."