Dean almost stumbled backwards when Sam muscled his way into the shower stall, he hadn't expected his little brother to put up such a big fight. Dean figured it would be like all the other times where he swallowed down his own pain, where he played off the shock and ran on auto pilot for a bit, where he could just scrub himself raw and try not to think about the shit storm that was his life ever since that fateful night in Kansas all those years ago. Essentially made a parent at four years old. Dean had never had a childhood...but he'd never blamed Sam. He'd done everything he possibly could think of to make sure his little brother never knew just how broken they were. Just how broken he himself was.
He'd hoped that Sam would listen, see the roses and ignore the dying vines behind them. That he would take Dean for his word, that he was fine, and go about his day. Part of him wanted his brother to forget what he'd seen. To forget how weak he was. Another part of him was grateful Sam saw..that he didn't have to try and hide just how much it hurt.
The hot water hit the blanket and then his skin and in seconds both he and Sam were drenched. Too hot...the water was too hot and he fumbled behind his back with the knob to add some cold to it. He didn't argue, didn't try to force Sam out. He didn't speak again until Sam said they were safe. His eyes prickled and tears fell without his consent. Of course the water from the shower head hid the fact he was crying.
"No, Sam. We're not safe. He walked in here...right past whatever wards you set up. He said you gave him the master key. There isn't anywhere we can go that he can't find us." The unspoken 'can't find me' hung in the air. Castiel always knew how and where to find Dean. They were bound after all. With Lucifer having access to that...Dean was pretty damn certain there was literally nothing he could do to hide from the fallen Archangel.
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He'd hoped that Sam would listen, see the roses and ignore the dying vines behind them. That he would take Dean for his word, that he was fine, and go about his day. Part of him wanted his brother to forget what he'd seen. To forget how weak he was. Another part of him was grateful Sam saw..that he didn't have to try and hide just how much it hurt.
The hot water hit the blanket and then his skin and in seconds both he and Sam were drenched. Too hot...the water was too hot and he fumbled behind his back with the knob to add some cold to it. He didn't argue, didn't try to force Sam out. He didn't speak again until Sam said they were safe. His eyes prickled and tears fell without his consent. Of course the water from the shower head hid the fact he was crying.
"No, Sam. We're not safe. He walked in here...right past whatever wards you set up. He said you gave him the master key. There isn't anywhere we can go that he can't find us." The unspoken 'can't find me' hung in the air. Castiel always knew how and where to find Dean. They were bound after all. With Lucifer having access to that...Dean was pretty damn certain there was literally nothing he could do to hide from the fallen Archangel.