Another late night for the Winchester brothers. This time it seemed they were after a Djinn. Not that Sam was complaining, he needed something to do. He needed to keep his mind occupied, which also meant not sleeping as much.
After finding out just recently that he’d been without his soul for the most part of a year and a half, Sam was still feeling really crappy about everything he did. Even since, Sam’s been trying to make up for everything his soulless-self had done. Hearing things about his actions from Cas just made it even worse.
Sam blinked a few times when the Impala stopped over a parking spot in the lot of the abandoned warehouse.
“Dean,” Sam finally chimed up, his voice ragged and uneven as he spoke his brother’s name. He was quiet the entire drive over, but his mind was still racing. The hammering of his heart pulsated in his ears as his fingers twitched at his sides while he tried to get his thoughts out. Sam was a mess with his emotions lately. “I’m sorry...” he swallowed, his hazel eyes not daring to look up at his brother.
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