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"No!" Dean latched on his brother as if his life depended on it, but six years of hunting made keeping Sam down a whole lot more difficult. And the anguished cries for Jessica - they hurt just as bad as they did back then.
"She's not there." Dean fervently repeated in his brother ear. "It's all an illusion. Now come back to me and finish this lil'brother!"
Sam stopped fighting and turned his head, eyes shining with uncertainty and unshed tears. "Dean?"
"Sammy, trust me on this." Dean's arms tightened across his brother's chest.
I'm not letting you go.
Brokenly, Sam resumed the chant.