Title: Divided Loyalties
Summary: You concentrated on the game, because it was a thing you could control. There was no pleasure in it, neither satisfaction in your skill nor triumph in clearing the table. Only this: what you could control, because it kept the chaos in your mind at bay. Only the familiar, simple action of the pool cue in your hand, keeping you from screaming the pain in your heart.
Notes: Written for tvaddictgurl in spn_summerlove. This fic assumes that the story Demon!Sam told Jo about Bill Harvelle's death was a lie.
Also posted on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5655