Dean fought him, pushing up with his legs as Sam pushed down with his arms, his weight. Dean's eyes glittered, hard green stones in his white face, and he was shaking.
"Dean, stop it." Sam pushed down, hard. "Just stop." He felt something rush through him, felt sick, his heart aching like it had been punched with a fist. There was no way to take
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