((Ohgod Sam is going to feel horrible. Poor Dean.))
It’s a cold, miserable night in the back of the Impala. Not enough room for
Sam to even try and get comfortable, never mind the fact that he was too
hurt and too angry to even consider sleep. He would have expected
manipulation like that from Castiel, from anyone else but his brother and
that’s what hurt him the most. Dean was the one person he trusted more than
anyone else in the world and he’d betrayed him, using magic to control him
in ways that their Dad never could.
Huddled in the back seat, he finally dropped off into a restless,
nightmare-filled sleep just before dawn. When he woke, feverish and sick,
Sam barely had time to fling the back door open before emptying his stomach
onto the pavement. He couldn’t get to Ruby, couldn’t get to the blood that
would make it all stop and frustrated tears slipped down his face as he
hauled himself back to the room.
He can smell the whiskey in the dark little motel room before another wave
of nausea had him scrambling for the bathroom, muscles cramping up in
protest as he went.
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((Ohgod Sam is going to feel horrible. Poor Dean.))
It’s a cold, miserable night in the back of the Impala. Not enough room for Sam to even try and get comfortable, never mind the fact that he was too hurt and too angry to even consider sleep. He would have expected manipulation like that from Castiel, from anyone else but his brother and that’s what hurt him the most. Dean was the one person he trusted more than anyone else in the world and he’d betrayed him, using magic to control him in ways that their Dad never could.
Huddled in the back seat, he finally dropped off into a restless, nightmare-filled sleep just before dawn. When he woke, feverish and sick, Sam barely had time to fling the back door open before emptying his stomach onto the pavement. He couldn’t get to Ruby, couldn’t get to the blood that would make it all stop and frustrated tears slipped down his face as he hauled himself back to the room.
He can smell the whiskey in the dark little motel room before another wave of nausea had him scrambling for the bathroom, muscles cramping up in protest as he went.