Sam lay in the dark, eyes closed and body rigid, trying to ignore his brother's silent presence behind the door, trying to keep the facade of indifference and calmness, trying to separate and sort out what had become a screaming mess in his mind, turning his emotions into a filthy-grey mash. Helpless rage about having been invaded and betrayed. Shame for having been too weak to save the world and redeem himself. Guilt for killing Kevin. A lingering self-contempt for being such a hypocrite. And love, after all. Damn friggin' love for his brother who couldn't stop being a protector.
