LAST THREAD-wrap up (Dean, Claire/Ruby, Sam)
He had been working at the wall for what felt like forever. Mind and body exhausted from the process of heaving bits of the rubble out of the way, Sam slumped down to peer through the hole that they had created, looking off to meet his brother's gaze on the other side. He looked pleased. But where was - whoa. Brows rising, he shot his brother a look that clearly stated he was impressed. It lingered for a short moment before flickering away and replacing itself with a long look of concern.
Dean was hurt.
"Holy crap. You did it! You...hang on, man, all right? Don't move."
Yanking his head back, a wave of determination bursting through him, Sam focused on clearing the path up just enough so that he could squeeze through to the other side. Body scrambling over the rubble, Sam hopped down onto the floor and instantly dropped down to his brother's side.
Yeah, he was hurt all right. That was the most important thing right now. Alastair...his eyes turned back toward the body. Hell yes. He was gone. Good riddance to the son of a bitch. That was what he got for fucking with his family. And Dean. Especially Dean. Who was hurting.