Who: Dean & Sam Winchester What: Angst. You know these two When: Day 8, After this Where: Dean's room Warnings: Language mostly, mentions of sickness Status: Closed/Complete
Dean knew that Sam was having a rough time. No, rough didn't even begin to do justice to the emotions that his brother was battling. While he teased him about his deadly cock, he never once meant ror something like what was going on with Gretel to occur. He knew that his brother had a thing for the girl. Maybe it wasn't love, but he'd have to be a fool to think that Sam didn't care about her. The thought that she might have just been dealt a death sentence wasn't going to be handled with a receptive audience, of course, but they would just have to figure it out. They always did.
Still, sick or not, Dean didn't stay in his room, instead settled into sleeping on the sofa so he'd hear his brother if he came in. Sure enough, he did. He roused Dean pretty easily and he groggily shifted, sitting up on the sofa. "Hey, Sammy. How's she doin'?"