It was the way Dean didn't look at him that killed him. Sam stared, just for a moment, and then gave up, taking a step back so that he was leaving room for Dean to go past him. He wouldn't push him any more, and god only knew that in a few hours he'd be woken by the sound of Dean screaming in his sleep.
He'd just have to deal with it when it happened. And anything else. He had to be the together one now, the older brother. He didn't know if he was ready for that, but really, what choice did he have?
Dean moved out of the bathroom and down the hall to his room. When he passed Castiel's room he couldn't control the shiver that went through him. He could feel his eyes prickling with tears again and had to force himself to walk past it and into his own. He shut the door, locked it, and went over to his dresser. He pulled on a pair of boxers, sweat pants, and a long sleeved t-shirt. After another thought he put on some socks too because...yeah he felt cold again.
Maybe he should have let Sam take him out of the bunker. No, he can do this. He won't lose the only home he's had since Bobby died. He slipped into his bed, lying on his stomach and burrowing beneath the blankets so only the top of his head was visible. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself enough to let sleep claim him. Eventually sleep claimed him and while his dreams weren't good at first...he was actually able to sleep.
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It was the way Dean didn't look at him that killed him. Sam stared, just for a moment, and then gave up, taking a step back so that he was leaving room for Dean to go past him. He wouldn't push him any more, and god only knew that in a few hours he'd be woken by the sound of Dean screaming in his sleep.
He'd just have to deal with it when it happened. And anything else. He had to be the together one now, the older brother. He didn't know if he was ready for that, but really, what choice did he have?
"Okay. I guess I'll be out here if you need me."
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Maybe he should have let Sam take him out of the bunker. No, he can do this. He won't lose the only home he's had since Bobby died. He slipped into his bed, lying on his stomach and burrowing beneath the blankets so only the top of his head was visible. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself enough to let sleep claim him. Eventually sleep claimed him and while his dreams weren't good at first...he was actually able to sleep.