While Dean and Johnny were doing...whatever it was that they were doing to get to know each other once again, Sam turned to the age old Winchester tradition; drinking her problems away.

She had promised Dean that she would unload on him, talk to him about her problems and everything that had happened to her, especially with Lucifer and everything that he had done to her.

Agreeing didn't make it any easier or make her any more willing to actually do it. As much as she had pressed Dean into actually talking about his feelings, or admitting that he had any feelings, she wasn't comfortable in the slightest to do it herself either.

Apparently she was a Winchester after all, despite all the fights over the years, here was the proof of her blood.

She reached for the bottle once more, taking a deep pull of it and letting the whiskey burn its way down her throat and settle in her stomach, heavy and comforting.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she moved to curl back into the couch again, closing her eyes as she just allowed the alcohol to work through her properly.

She grabbed one of the pillows and curled around it as well, burying her face into the fabric. Slowly, despite the alcohol, her mind started to wander into places that she didn't want to go into.

Her mind went to their mom, stuck in the other world with Lucifer in what was apparently an apocalyptic world where they were never born.

Her mom being stuck with Lucifer was horrifying, moreso because she knew exactly what he could do to her and then some.

At this point she was hoping that her mom was dead, she would be better off dead than Lucifers prisoner.

Shuddering she took another drink, feeling some of it drip down the side of her mouth and fall onto the pillow.

A hand gently grasped and pulled the bottle away from her grip. Opening her eyes she saw Dean staring at her with a gentle expression on his face.

"You haven't been eating much and if you drink this much you're going to make yourself sick." he told her softly, his voice tender as he reached out to stroke over her hair.

Sam pressed into his touch, a small breath escaping her that was almost a whimper.

"I keep seeing him." she whispered. "I keep seeing him in the dark and in my dreams. I keep seeing his red eyes...just staring at me and..." her throat closed up and her voice choked. "I can't make him go away."

She felt Dean swallow more than she saw him, his hand going to her hand, fingers trailing over her palm, digging into the scar that was still there as a remembrance of when she had suffered from the hallucinations.

"Think this'll work anymore?" he asked her, pressing down into the scar a bit more.

Sam stared at their entwined hands, stared at the scar. "I don't know." she whispered. "It happens when I'm asleep mostly, he's in my dreams, my nightmares."

"Then...I'll sleep with you." Dean said, making the both of them crack up and smile slightly. "Not like that. We'll sleep in the same bed together and whenever you have a nightmare, I'll wake you up and make sure that he can't get to you there."

Sam reached for him and tugged him closer, waiting for him to come onto the couch completely so that she could crawl into his lap and curl up against his chest.

She felt like a teenager again, whiskey on her breath and curled up against her brother. Dean wrapped his arms around her and held her close, tucking her under his chin.

"Johnny and I made up, kids too much like you." he told her, moving both of them so that he could lay down on the couch a bit more comfortably.

"We slept together a lot when we were younger, it'll be just like then." Dean murmured, holding her close to him. "This way you're not going to be alone, if you have a nightmare I can wake you up and you'll know that you're safe, that he's not here and he can't hurt you again."

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