Dean had tried to prepare himself for that, but actually hearing it from Sam's mouth... damn, it was like a punch to the gut. Sam got his shot in, alright... and it hurt worse than any actual punch could.

If one good thing came out of it, it was Sam storming out so he didn't get to see that broken look on Dean's face, the doubt that he should undo this because really, he's never been able to deal well with Sam possibly hating him. Deep down, he'd never really believed he had truly ever hated him anyway. Been pissed, yeah. Resented him, sure.

But this time? he actually believed it.

He waited until the door had slammed shut to sink down on to the bed an bury his face in his hands. Not crying. Hell, he didn't even have the energy for that if he wanted to, but he was so damn spent. He just felt... done. He was done with everything. He didn't know how he was even holding on anymore.

But he couldn't break apart now. He needed some drinks and maybe an hour or so of sleep, then tomorrow... he'd tell Sam he could leave if he wanted. He wouldn't be getting to demon blood, not with the spell in place. He wouldn't be dealing with Ruby either.