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[nomoreleftshoe]

[A loud squeal is the first thing that comes over the line before a long quiet filled with labored breathing, like a drowning man just trying to survive. There's rustling as Sam tries to find his journal, intermittent with thick gasping breaths hinging on sobs. It's a matter of minutes before he finds it and curses in a slightly higher pitch:] Shit

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[possemagnet]

[That was enough for Dean. He knew he was stepping on hot coals here but after spending the past few days crawling out of his skin because he didn't have a damn clue where his brother was, or did, but didn't want to admit it- he made his way past the three bedroom doors and jimmy'd Sam's lock, shutting the door behind him before lingering in front of it's frame- green eyes falling over his brother and his lips pressed tight.]

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[nomoreleftshoe]

[Sam had already tossed his journal across the room by the time Dean jimmied his lock, as well as bury his head in his hands and begin to just outright sob. He didn't know where Dean was, but knew the damage he'd dealt him, how he'd killed Cas and Bobby, and almost failed in his fight against Lucifer. At the sound of someone coming into the room, the younger hunter jumped a little and looked over at Dean, eyes wide and the side of his mouth curling under in an attempt to quiet his distress.]

spam for great brotherly justice~

[possemagnet]

[Dean shifted on his feet. He knew that ultimately there was nothing that he could say, and in the end he'd gone against what he'd promised his brother, but the point was that he was there, and he stayed at the door, unwavering, to prove the fact. He wasn't going anywhere.

And while he wasn't the type to go rushing over to dump his feelings, his eyes fell over his brother and it made him press his lips together tighter, the tension weighing over him like a thick cloud of smoke, decided to offer the only thing he could.] Heya, Sammy.

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[nomoreleftshoe]

[Sam let out a breath and nodded in response, unable to say anything. Even without that, he spluttered and a few tears tracked down the side of his face. Did he kill Dean? Was that why his brother was back here on the Barge? Did he beat him to death? Oh God. A few more confused and distressed gasps escaped him before he just rolled over and buried his face in his pillow. He'd killed Dean, that was the only explanation. He'd killed Cas, Bobby, and Dean, all right in succession.]

Private

[stilladoctor]

Sam. What happened?

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[nomoreleftshoe]

[Have another long pause before.]

Nothing.

Private

[stilladoctor]

Yeah, I definitely believe that.

What happened?

Re: Private

[nomoreleftshoe]

I said nothing.

[madrassa]

Sam?

[nomoreleftshoe]

Inara?

[madrassa]

What can I do, Sam?

[nomoreleftshoe]

I don't... [And he goes back to the gasping sounds for a few moments before.]

Inara.

[with_discipline]

[After a while, because one, she'd assume Dean should get to him first, and two...oh God crying will fuck with her emotions so she needs sometime:] Sam?

[nomoreleftshoe]

[Very quietly and almost relieved to hear the sound of her voice:] T'Pol? Oh God.

[with_discipline]

Yes. Do you-- [She pauses, throat a little tighter than it should be.] Are you well?

[nomoreleftshoe]

I...

[Some more quiet breathing.] Are you okay?