[For Dean]
He didn't like to use the words 'given up', but Sam didn't know how else to put it. All he could do was sit on Dean's bed and stare at the walls and wonder what was happening wherever Dean was. Sam's hand kept going to the mark he'd made on his forearm and it didn't sting in pain or do anything weird. It just lay there, a reminder that he'd made a promise to protect Dean and somewhere out there, Dean could be in danger.
He took a deep breath and reclined on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a lack of emotion showing on his face. Under the surface, though, his emotions were churning hard and fast, reminding Sam of all the things he could have done to keep Dean with him, but failed at.
He took a deep breath and reclined on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a lack of emotion showing on his face. Under the surface, though, his emotions were churning hard and fast, reminding Sam of all the things he could have done to keep Dean with him, but failed at.