This time, when Sam screams in agony, Dean's there to hold him. He's there to wipe his forehead with a cool washcloth, he's there to lay a calming hand on the back of his neck when Sam pukes his guts up.
Dean's there when Sam starts seeing things; he watches helplessly when Sam starts talking to someone who's not there, someone who's telling him how worthless he is and how much he fucked up by setting Lucifer free. He's there when Sam turns to him and starts having a one-way conversation, and he struggles not to cry when he manages to work out what Sam's hallucination of him is saying.
Sam's a broken, crying mess on the bed when the hallucinations pass; Dean sits next to him and holds him, not bothering to hold back his own tears.
"What did I say to you this time?" he asks once Sam's a bit more lucid.
"It wasn't you," Sam whispers, and buries his face in Dean's shoulder.
Dean's there when Sam starts seeing things; he watches helplessly when Sam starts talking to someone who's not there, someone who's telling him how worthless he is and how much he fucked up by setting Lucifer free. He's there when Sam turns to him and starts having a one-way conversation, and he struggles not to cry when he manages to work out what Sam's hallucination of him is saying.
Sam's a broken, crying mess on the bed when the hallucinations pass; Dean sits next to him and holds him, not bothering to hold back his own tears.
"What did I say to you this time?" he asks once Sam's a bit more lucid.
"It wasn't you," Sam whispers, and buries his face in Dean's shoulder.
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"It wasn't you," Sam whispers, and buries his face in Dean's shoulder.
MY HEART. IT HURTS SO GOOD. <3333
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Kudos!
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