[It was his first night at the bunker; his first night at the bunker as a human. The constant flashbacks of the Great Fall hadn't allowed him to get to sleep, rolling on his bed for hours with the paranoia of being the one to blame when in reality he had just been misled.]
       "Nhggg"Â
    [His body ached, and it was hard to concentrate, but soon enough, tiredness and weakness made him pass out on his bed. The only place where we think we're safe— our dream— had just been a more vivid world to what had happened; his brothers surrounding him and judging every single mistake he had made, starting with siding the Winchesters. He wasn't aware that in the real life he was shaking and screaming for help, because the sight of disappointment in his brother's eyes was something he could not bare.]
       "He— Help."