Drunk & Teary-Eyed
"Gotta pay", his big bro mumbles, blearily looking up at Sam, who hovers nervously above him.
"I've got the bill, Dean. Don't worry about it."
Dean is jelly in his arms as Sam's arm wraps firmly around his waist, hoisting him up from the warm wood flooring from when he slipped off his bar-stool.
His eyes are half open, and as Sam leads him out of the about to close bar, he notices tears leaking from his eyes.
"Hey, his remaining hand slips under Dean's chin, after brushing his cheek with his thumb checking for nonexistent fever, what's wrong?"
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His big brother's lower lip quivers, and when the little brother sees that, he puts his own well-being aside, the nightmares and lack of sleep, for Dean.
He knows sometime in the very near future, he's going to have to talk to him.
It's not like he didn't expect this.
Dean was gonna break, it was only a matter of time.
Sam's just lucky he didn't find him on the ground bleeding somewhere.
Sam looks at his surroundings once they're outside, remembering Dean's newly fixed up baby was left at their motel.
"I should flag down a cab."
"Call Cas."
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Looking down at Dean, he knows he needs to say something.
And he feels like a terrible brother, because he has no clue.
Sam sets Dean gently down on the sidewalk and joins him, leaning his brother against him, comforted by Dean's warm shaky breath ruffling his hair.
"Cas isn't here, Dean."
"Miss him, S'my."
"I know", Sam says softly, pressing a small kiss to Dean's forehead.
"He gonna be okay?"
"Dunno. But we can't stop fighting, especially you. He needs you."
By next morning, Dean has sobered up and vows he'll fight for Castiel.
Sam believes him.
Always will.
FIN