Date: 2011-10-30 09:57 pm (UTC)
God. This was some kind of sick joke.

Both of them were a hair's breadth away from falling apart into nothing while trying to convince each other that everything was fine and save the world.

Sam gave a shaky nod. He held onto Dean's arm as he got out of the car.

"I can't do this without you, Dean," he said raggedly. "Please." Do whatever it took. Go drinking, find a hooker or three, get into a fight, Sam didn't care anymore. He needed his brother intact.
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