A/N: Anna and Belshazzar aren't technically in this scene, but I was dying to try dressing them in scrubs.
Dean barks “what part of ‘give us room’ are you not getting?” and seconds later, Sam is surrounded by big brother, can bury his face in Dean’s shoulder and clutch his shirt and feel the warmth and safety of the person who’d protected him all his life.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean murmurs, stroking his hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong. They know it. We know it. You have every right to feel safe there.”
Dean says, “No one is going to tell you this is your fault.”
Dean says, “No one is going to tell you you were wrong to live there.”
Dean says, “No one is going to lock you up again. I promise.”
And Sam pushes his face to his brother’s shoulder and cries himself out while Dean holds and rocks and hushes him, and allows himself perfect comfort, perfect acceptance, because Rosemount taught him that what he advocates for others he needs to accept for himself, and he lets himself have it, and he refuses to feel ashamed.
Story Link:
Westward Leading, Still Proceeding