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"You wanted to know how I was feeling, well that's it.
So tell me. What could you possibly say to make that alright?"
Sam looked away.
He could feel Dean’s eyes on him but didn't find the strength to look back. Their dad had sacrificed himself for Dean. There were no words to use when faced with that reality.
Sam needed to do something, show that for once he agreed with their father’s decision.
He inched closer and closer until their hips and shoulders touched and hoped his brother would allow him such comfort. At least it was a start