[ Sam was sour. He curled in on himself minutely, shoulders hunched, when Dean came over and looked at him. The last thing he wanted was to be told off again, but his brother had never made it easy to talk about things either. It wasn't really like Sam had anyone else he could ask, either way. It was what it was, and it drove poor Sam up the wall to have to live through it. He sighed, and lowered his head.
And Dean did start. As much as his tone was gentler than his father's, Sam didn't expect him to be any nicer about it at all. Why would he? He rubbed at his eyes with his wrists - he'd been crying - and then tore himself upright. He didn't have to stay in here. He was going to barricade himself in the bathroom. ]
What do you know!
[ And he tried to storm past Dean to get out of his corner. ]
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Date: 2016-11-12 11:22 pm (UTC)And Dean did start. As much as his tone was gentler than his father's, Sam didn't expect him to be any nicer about it at all. Why would he? He rubbed at his eyes with his wrists - he'd been crying - and then tore himself upright. He didn't have to stay in here. He was going to barricade himself in the bathroom. ]
What do you know!
[ And he tried to storm past Dean to get out of his corner. ]