At first Dean almost wanted to laugh.
His brother's face covered in blood,
it looked pathetic.
It looked funny.
That was only for a split second though.
Then Dean was terrified.
Sam
Sammy
his little brother was displaying such desperation right in front of him,
desperation for a need Dean could never understand.
Demon blood?
How could anyone acquire a taste for that?
Never mind become addicted to it.
Sam had managed though.
Dean, for a moment, considered going with it.
Why not?
He had gone with the freaky mind thing for a while,
and it couldn't kill him could it?
Where Sam was,
there was light,
but somehow,
somewhere along the way,
Sam had hid in the shadows.
Now, Dean knew, Sam had found darkness
and had clung to it.
Dean was so tired
why couldn't he just let Sam do as he wished?
Why couldn't he just follow?
the lines had been blurred for Dean for quite sometime now.
Why couldn't they just not take a side?
Who said they had to be good?
Oh right,
Sam did.
Not this Sam,
the old Sam,
Dean's Sam.
Dean needed him back,
he picked up the phone and called Bobby.
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