"Ow!"
SMACK
"Ow!"
SMACK
"Ow!"
Castiel stands in the corner of the room, feeling horrible and unsure of what to do.
"Sam," he tries.
"He knew better Cas," Sam growls at him.
"Ow!"
SMACK
"Ow!"
SMACK
"OW!"
Kevin lays in his bed, hiding under his covers, listening sadly. There was no dissuading Sam, and so, finally, he snuck off to his room ... but the sound followed.
"OW!"
SMACK
"OW!"
SMACK
"OW!"
Crowley sits grinning like the Cheshire Cat, giggling now and then to the sounds of pain floating his way. He's not sure why it's happening, but that doesn't impede him from fully enjoying it.
"OW!"
SMACK
"OW!"
SMACK
"OWWWW!"
"How many times do we gotta go over this, Dean?" Sam asks.
"I'm sorry, Sammy," Dean says immediately.
"Answer my question," Sam demands.
Dean whimpers. He has no idea.
Sam relents, "We've been through this enough times for you to know not to lie to me."
SMACK
"OWWWW!"
SMACK
"OWWWW!"
SMACK
"OWWWW!"
"Had to, Sammy!" Dean says, and his voice cracks. "Couldn't lose you!"
Sam sets the belt down and tugs Dean's jeans and boxer briefs to his knees.
"Sammy," Dean whimpers.
"You should have told me," Sam growls, picking up the belt.
SMACK
"OWWWW!"
"Instead, you sent Cas out on his own..."
SMACK
"OWWWW!"
"...he could've been killed!"
"Actually, I was killed," Castiel pipes in.
SMACK
"OWWWW! OWWWW! OW!"
"You lied to me about everything, again."
SMACK
"OWWWW! Sammy, please!"
"You're lucky that spell of yours worked!"
SMACK
"OWWWW!"
"Who knows what coulda happened otherwise!"
SMACK
"OWWWW!" Dean's walls break down and he sobs over his brother's knees.
Sam sets the belt down and rolls his neck, feeling some of the tension ease up.
It takes Dean a few moments to get himself under control. Through his tears he says, "I didn't know what else to do. I shoulda talked to you - I was afraid you'd say no, Sammy. What was I supposed to do?"
"We coulda figured that out together," Sam says, his voice much kinder.
Dean wipes his face and clambers off Sam's lap. He rights his clothing and sits on his heels, looking up at his brother.
"You were so ready to go, to leave me. I..." fresh tears roll down his cheeks. "I'm sorry."
"I am too, Dean," Sam puts his hand on Dean's shoulder. "You OK?"
Dean chuckles and tries for bravado, "Did you leave me any skin back there?"
Sam laughs, "A bit."
Dean smiles, and then his face takes on a pained expression. "You OK?" he asks Sam.
"I think so. Tired, but I think he got enough healing in while he was here."
Dean stands and ruffles his brothers hair. "Good to hear, Sammy," he said, convinced it was all worth it.