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Dean Winchester (dean_wchester) wrote in payline,

Dean smiled faintly and a slight chuckle of amusement escaped him as she held open her arms. He glanced down at the drink he held in his hands, shaking his head in a bemused sort of way before setting it on the glass table. He stood, wiping the dampness on his fingers on his jeans and without really pausing to let the moment be awkward he put his arms tight around her shoulders and drew her against his chest. She was so much smaller than him. God he’d forgotten how small she seemed. But never fragile. Even in the beginning he’d never been stupid enough to think that. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and squeezed maybe just a little tighter than necessary. It was week of hugs for him, apparently. He kept this up he’d wind up as one of those crazy, bearded guys giving out free hugs on the street corner.

“Gettin’ soft in my old age,” he said a bit self deprecatingly before letting her go. “And you’re right,” he added, sinking back onto the arm of the chair he’d just vacated and sighing, running a hand across the back of his neck. “As messed up as this place is, not exactly looking for a how or a why right now.” His eyes strayed, almost against his will, to the door of the room he shared with Sam. “What are we gonna do about Sam?” he asked vaguely, but he knew she’d understand. After all, there wasn’t anything they could do for one of them. As far as he knew, Jo didn’t even know about the Angel riding his brother like a freaking pony. The other version, though? There had to be something they could do there. Last time, it had taken Cas stepping in, and it had broken him. He didn’t know what they could do this time, but he couldn’t just sit back and not try. It was his brother, damn it. He had to fix it. Fixing Sam was what he did. What he was supposed to do. What he kept failing to do.