broken boy

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❝     sam  ----   ❞          the tv isn’t playing,  but that doesn’t mean his brother isn’t awake,  the guy was never the heaviest sleeper.          ❝     ---- sam.  oh god,  sam.  i fucked up.  i fucked up so bad little brother.   ❞

the tire blew,  and while dean knows how to fix it  ----  he’d been traveling without a spare.  a tow is on the way,  and he’s not sure if he’s more frantic from the idea of not making it on time,  or his baby getting jacked up on a truck,  knowing full well no one can treat her the way she deserves.  biting the skin of his thumb,  tense body leaning back against the passenger side door,  dean looks to cas.          ❝     you think one of us should try an hitchhike  ?   ❞          by this,  he means the other to offer up himself.  there’s no way dean can be expected to leave his baby like this.          ❝     whatever head start we can get on that girl  .  .  ..   ❞          but it’s wishful thinking at  best.  they both know she’s already doomed.

heyyyy i’m sliding onto your dash to say that dean never would have rather let sam die than have him keep drinking demon blood!!!  he hates it and does think it’s changing him, but he would’ve tried to figure something else out, not shove sam into the cold turkey detox from hell that he did with no regrets!!

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