Sam can practically hear the clock ticking in his brain, tick tock tick tock, and it is killing him. He keeps stealing glances at Dean, watching him, making sure he hasn't been taken from him too early, trying to memorise every single detail of his face, and in private moments, his body, running fingers over scars, over muscles and skin, committing everything to memory.
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"Borrowed" some dialogue from Bedtime Stories.
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“I don't understand Dean, why not?” Sam sounds angry, even to his own ears he can hear that, but he wants nothing more than for Dean to pull the car over and just talk to him, let him explain, make Dean see his point.
Sam doesn't know why he agreed to this.
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Sam takes the coffee proffered by his brother, smiles at him as his fingers touch his, another secret touch shielded from Bobby by gruff words, or no words at all. But the smile he sends Dean is all for Dean.
Sam has decided that he hates himself. Not only is he in so far over his head, having no way, no idea, no notion, of even where to start to get Dean out of this mess that their lives have become. But he practically shoved his feelings and his sick obsession on his already broken brother.
Sam hasn't thought this through, he realises this as Dean looks at him over the kitchen table strewn with text books, books that look older than any Sam has ever seen, even in the Stanford Library. Hasn't thought through what to do now he's here, starting at his brother across a table in the kitchen of a house he has no memory but knows, like the back of his hand, like the lines of Dean face.
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Sam sits by the bed, watching the laboured breathing, and his brother's chest rise and fall with each breath. The brother that up until an hour ago he had no idea if he existed or not.
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Sam takes the room keys proffered by the motel clerk with the suspicious stain on the front of his shirt.
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So...I kinda stole some dialogue from All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2...but it fits so sue me! Well actually don't!
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Sam’s been searching, spent weeks trawling the internet, 2 weeks and 6 days to be exact, searching for any clue of Dean Winchester. And for all intents and purposed, Dean Winchester doesn’t exist. Except for a couple of arrests the man’s been living off the grid.
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