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[badblood_rising]

Bobby was gone.

There was no arguing over that anymore, though they had. Finding the hut deserted had been answer enough for Sam, but Dean had wanted to go looking. It was the least they could do; he would do it for them; it was the same speech he'd used when Dad had disappeared. Sam hadn't been pleased about it, but for Dean he carried on.

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[weary_head]

Dean had almost forgotten the panic room existed. That was a shame when the place was such a brilliantly crafted bunker, but Dean had long since been content to treat it as a reminder of what they no longer had to fight against and nothing more.

Or so he'd thought. Dean heard Sam retching from the stairs and hurried down. Sam had been okay during the search. Not happy, but okay, but after Dad and Ellen, maybe Bobby's disappearance was just too much.

"Whoa, hey." His hand landed on the back of Sam's neck. "Easy, Sammy."

[badblood_rising]

Sam made a tired, disgusted noise as he pushed the trashcan away, done with it now, and knelt on the ground. It wasn't a kind of weakness he liked to show, but between the effort of the search, the slow, sickening feel of dread taking him over as Bobby's disappearance became a reality and now.. this, he couldn't control himself before it became too much.

"I'm fine," he muttered, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. "I'm okay, really." Couldn't have gotten further from the truth with that one, but he had to try.

[weary_head]

"Yeah," said Dean, "you look it." It seemed too much to hope that this was dehydration talking, but Sam was exhibiting at least half of the symptoms, so Dean pulled the water gourd from over his shoulder. He uncorked it and put it in Sam's hand. "We hit it pretty hard today, drink some water."

[badblood_rising]

He struggled to catch his breath, feeling dizzy and hot in the head, and accepted the water without complaint. Fear, worry, panic. A panic attack? Just from a goddamn room. Sam expected better from himself, none of this. They'd seen worse and yet those few days and what happened after still, apparently, haunted him.

"It's not that and you know it," he muttered after swallowing.