Haven Gone
Dean's temper was waxing and waning. His little brother was standing before him, looking less and less human as each exhausting and frantic after Hell day went by.
He had made a vow to himself long ago, to never push Sammy away, to never let the barriers around his mind crash down and let the temptation of losing his way consume him.
He had kept his promise; it was his brother who was losing the battle. And here Sam was, pushing him away. Did his brother want him to be here, or was Hell a safer haven than ever imagined?
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