Uriel – "Ask your bother what he remembers from Hell."
Sam practically had to hold himself from running to his brother after Uriel left. After the odd sensation of talking to an Angel had ebbed, he was out of the door.
He found him sitting on a bench, looking out over a playground, talking to Castiel. The other Angel, the one who actually had the tiniest hint of human emotion in his eyes, unlike the warmongering Uriel, looked concerned.
Sam had the uncontrollable urge to rush over and throw the Angel away from Dean, he didn't know why but something about him being next to his brother made his blood boil all of a sudden. He pushed away the jealousy and closed his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face.
When he opened his eyes, the Angel was gone, leaving Dean looking small and lost, sitting alone on the bench in the middle of the park. Sam stalked over to him.
Dean took one look at his face and knew what he wanted. They always had this uncanny ability to read each others thoughts. Sam cocked his head, waiting for the "I don't want to talk about it" speech his brother had perfect over the years.
"I don't want to talk about it Sammy. I've already told you it's nothing I can't handle."
"Then why not talk about it?" Sam asked, relentless in his task. Dean shot him a warning glance, his green eyes flashing dangerously. Sam knew he could either stop now, or push his brother even closer to the line.
"Because…"
"That's not good enough Dean." Sam stated, inspecting his shoes, not wanting to look into those green eyes which were currently burning a hole in the side of his head.
"Sammy…" Dean began, in the voice that told Sam enough was enough, that is conversation was not going any further.
"No Dean." Sam stood up and paced in front of Dean. "I've had enough."
Dean looked at his brother's desperate face. He wanted to tell him what he remembered, wanted to open up and share the pain he felt, but he knew Sam would run 10,000 miles if he knew what they had done to him, what he had done to others. ANd he didn't want to burden his baby brother, didn't want to take the last tiny shred of innocence that he always believed his brother still had.
He suddenly had an image of Sam's grief stricken face if he ever opened up and promised himself that he would never do that to him, never hurt his brother in that way.
He stood up and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. Sam turned those deep brown eyes to him.
"I promise you Sammy, it's nothing I can't handle." He left "please let it go" hanging in the air between them.
Sam seemed to visibly slump. He nodded once.
"Fine…but you know I'll be here when you feel like telling me?" He said. Dean clapped him on the shoulder and plastered his patented Dean Winchester grin on his face. Sam saw through it, he always did.
Dean gently pushed him in the direction on the motel.
"I know Sammy, I know."