"Sam."
It was the first thing Sam registered when he woke up. The second thing was a stabbing pain, emanating from all sides of his skull. He blinked, looked groggily up in to his brother's face.
Dean. It all came rushing back to him now. Dean had tricked him. Dean had allowed, no, forced, him to let an angel in to his body, into his mind. Dean had let him become a prisoner inside his own head, once again. And all of this when Sam had been ready to die. Ready to take Death up on his promise of infinite nothingness. Ready to just be gone.
Dean had taken that away from him. Sam wanted to yell, scream, cry, punch Dean, hurt him, make him see what he'd done, run away… But as soon as that want appeared in his mind, it was quelled by the all-consuming weariness that came over him. So instead, he slumped back into the chair as Dean removed cuffs Sam didn't recall had been put on him.
"Sam. Talk to me. Are you okay?"
Dean sounded worried. Sam didn't give a damn.
"Fine." Sam's voice came out sounding tight. Pained. Unconvincing.
"You do not sound fine, Sam." Castiel was joining the conversation (if it could be called that) and gently pressed his fingers to Sam's head wounds.
A warm glow seemed to flow from his fingers and with seconds the searing pain Sam had been experience along his hairline was gone, replaced instead by a steady thump in his brain, a queasy feeling in his gut and a dull ache throughout his entire body. And oh yeah, he was exhausted beyond measure.
"Sam, we need to go. Abbadon's coming. I know you're pissed at me but we need to leave, right now."
Dean was tugging at him, trying to get him up. Sam wasn't sure he could stand. He was sure, however, that he didn't want Dean to help him do it.
He pushed himself up from the chair, slowly, only to find himself faltering almost immediately. To his surprise (relief?) it was Cas, not Dean, who caught him, bracing him so he could straighten further.
As Dean shouted something at Crowley (something about still wanting to kill Crowley, doubtlessly: after all, Dean was all about killing people. Unless they actually wanted to die, Sam thought bitterly) Cas half dragged, half carried Sam out of the room.
Towards the back door, a getaway car and eventually the bunker he shared with a brother he could no longer trust.
End.