I don't know whether to hate you for making me love Sam this much or hate you because Dean is dying and he really shouldn't be because he's Dean. So I think I'll just say that I love you and I love this and it is so haunting and I think this is exactly how I'd be reacting if I was in Sam's position.
Screw fair. Nothing was too much to ask. "Don't leave me," Sam said, and he didn't mean to break down but words like that demanded more than just being spoken, they had to mean everything. "Don't. Help me figure this out."
Dean carded his fingers through Sam's hair, possibly more Dean then than he'd ever been, the world no longer pressing down. "I never would," he said. "Right? I'm always..." He paused, and when he spoke again his voice was far away. "Yeah. Let go of me, Sam. You're all there is."
Sam knew he meant holding me here and he didn't have the strength to pry his hands loose or lift his head, he'd never have the strength, the idea kept flinching away even though it was right in front of him.
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Screw fair. Nothing was too much to ask. "Don't leave me," Sam said, and he didn't mean to break down but words like that demanded more than just being spoken, they had to mean everything. "Don't. Help me figure this out."
Dean carded his fingers through Sam's hair, possibly more Dean then than he'd ever been, the world no longer pressing down. "I never would," he said. "Right? I'm always..." He paused, and when he spoke again his voice was far away. "Yeah. Let go of me, Sam. You're all there is."
Sam knew he meant holding me here and he didn't have the strength to pry his hands loose or lift his head, he'd never have the strength, the idea kept flinching away even though it was right in front of him.
No.
Best. Thing. Ever.