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[venatoris]

[ It breaks his heart to see Sammy like this, and he reaches out, cups the back of his head to make his brother look at him as he kneels in front of him. ]

You don't have to apologize, Sam.

[ They've made their peace, said their apologies. Sam is forgiven a hundredfold and even if he weren't (which he is), none of that matters because this is a kid, a kid with no memory of the event, who's been basically sent back in time.

Who has a second chance. ]

It's gonna be okay, Sammy. I promise.

[beforetheverse]

[Sam nods at his promise, and while he's not so sure Dean can keep one that big, he doesn't hold it against him. No matter how much his brother's driven him crazy (and vice versa), he knows that Dean has good intentions, even if the implementing isn't so good. In a way, it's at least good to know that even with how messed up and hurt and different the adult Dean Winchester is, there's still so much of the Dean that Sam knows left.

Usually he'd nudge off that arm playfully, and Dean would know that's their song and dance, and everything'll be good with that gesture. But he doesn't feel like shrugging his brother off right now. So he reaches up and gives Dean's wrist a squeeze. Thanks, it says, before he moves to crawl into bed. It's bad, he knows, to be left with his thoughts (they can be dark, biting, awful things, things he's never told Dean, things he's scared to ever bring up to his father). But for now, it'll do.

He just... he's gonna rest.

Or try to, anyway.

If he ends up staring at the far wall where he's lying for a while, so be it.]