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He wakes up gasping, like he always does. Always with heart racing and sweat beading on his forehead. Always with the sense of having just awoken from a terrible dream, except that it wasn’t a dream. It was worse. The adrenaline rush makes his head throb dully, makes his vision prick with the threat of tears that he quickly blinks away. Dean bops his head to the beat, reaching into his duffel bag for his toothbrush. Sam watches with a mix of tedium, irritation, and profound, breathtaking relief.
Something about watching Dean die does that to him. Every time.
(It's Tuesday. Sam chases the wrong lead. He's hanging on by a thread.)