Sam froze in the doorway. He should have looked away right away but... Jesus, the state of him. Given the way Cas had looked at him, and Dean lying curled up on the bed, butt naked, there was no doubt in Hell what had transpired. He was revolted, and Dean looked freaking horrified, but it was also clear his brother's shame and pain stopped him moving very far.

He pressed forward, ignoring his brother's request for him to go and coming right to Dean's side. He reached up and pulled the spare blanket down, shaking it out over Dean at once to hide his shame.

"Hey. Hey, it's alright. He's gone. God, Dean. Oh God."