Author's Notes: Okay, so I have a bit of a fetish when it comes to Enochian-speaking-batshit-crazy Sam.
Summary: Even when Dean can't understand Sam, he knows he's there.
Softly Spoken
"Sammy, please…" Dean begs, holding Sam's face between his hands.
Finally, finally, hazel eyes focus on Dean. Sam raises one hand to Dean's face, mimicking his brother's position. He looks at him in wonder, like something tenuous and beloved. Dean lets himself hope. Just maybe…
"Saisch…" Sam mumbles and Dean's heart stutters, his shoulders slumping. He can't take anymore, he just can't. He tries to hold it back, but a desperate sob bursts forth. Every time Sam seems to be getting better, it only gets worse, only breaks his heart more.
Sometimes Sam mumbles, sometimes he raves, but it's never in English or any other language Dean could research and learn. A form of Enochian that not even Cas can always decipher. One spoken only by the archangels.
"Saisch…Nonci eolis faaip homil, saisch."
Sam repeats, looking contentedly at Dean. Dean can't bring himself to return the smile. He's just so tired…
"Want to know what he said?"
Dean doesn't turn at the British accent. He knows Balthazar is behind him, leaning casually against a doorframe.
Balthazar is older than Castiel and, while he doesn't understand everything, Dean is begrudgingly grateful that the angel can give Dean some idea of what's going on inside his brother's screwed-up head.
Even the translated words would sound like gibberish to most everyone else, but not to Dean. Not to one who knows where his brother's been, has visited the vicinity himself. No, Dean understands too well sometimes.
Dean contemplates saying no; he doesn't want to know what horror Sam could be reliving, how far away from sanity he's slipped since the last time. Maybe Dean's just ready to slip with him.
"Oh, don't look so pitiful. I think you may like this one." Liar.
"…What?"
The angel's quiet for awhile. When he speaks, it's softer, intoned with something like real care and bittersweet reminiscence for something he too once had, long ago.
"…Brother…You make the sins less true, brother."