3. no rest for the wicked
Sam sleeps more. He sees their faces.
The faces of that little girl he killed. Ruby's knowing smirk. That priest. Those hunters who came after him.
Dean sits by his bedside and watches his brother's chest rise and fall. Sam's chest hitches sometimes, and his eyelids flutter wildly.
Dean knows why.
Huh. Talk about a body count. Kid, I could bury you.
The back of Dean's neck tingles just then.
Company.
He goes outside, watches Castiel do a slow fade in from somewhere.
Dean closes the door behind him, and that fire in his eyes gets a little bit brighter.
Three down. Three to go.