Daylight was beginning to fade as Sam slouched back into the room, coffee in one hand, a tuna sandwich in the other. He saw Castiel and Dean… his brother was crying. Dean turned away, breath hitching.

Sam glared at the angel. "What did you do to him?"

"I answered a question."

Sam touched Dean's arm, wincing when Dean flinched. "You let him get beaten, wouldn't heal him. Now this?"

"He is not broken, nor weak."

"I didn't…" Sam looked toward the window. "I know."

"Remember who you are."

Sam turned back, smiled fondly. "That's easy. I'm Dean Winchester's little brother."

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