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All he ever wanted was his brother. Sometimes, though, he just wanted to smack the kid.

He'd never hit Sam, though. Couldn't risk losing him like he'd lost everyone else. Naturally, it scared him when he actually hit the younger man.

Sam stared at him after that, watching him, waiting for him to break. Dean didn't break, though. He wasn't broken. He no longer felt as if he was about to shatter.

He felt good. There was a bruise standing out on Sammy's cheek, painfully black and blue in the light of the setting sun. It felt good to share the pain, even if it wasn't the same kind of pain. He would do it again, too, if given the chance. He had no regrets. It was because of this that he knew he was selfish.