Panic Attack

Shit.

Sam's panic rises to the level of a nervous breakdown.

I knew this was going to happen.

The strain is finally crushing Dean.

He holds tightly onto his shaking brother, trying to ground him, pressing his forehead close as if that'll make everything better.

It certainly doesn't help that Dean is still recovering from the flu, convalescing from the fever and sleepless nights that kept Sam awake in growing worry.

Goddamn you, Cas.

Dean abruptly stills in his arms after endless hours of suffering alone, tear tracks pitifully visible on his face.

"It'll be okay, bro. You've got me."

FIN