Sam was pretty sure he'd just thrown up everything he'd eaten in the last month and was still clinging to the side of the bowl, trembling through another round of shakes and dry heaves. He can barely drag in a breath between them when he finally heard Dean make his way closer to the bathroom so he can hear him.
For a long moment, he doesn't even know what to tell him. A part of him, a very small part, still wants his brother around especially when he's in pain. Dean always soothed away his hurts, always took care of him.
A choked sound that's almost a sob tore free and he pulled away from the bowl, sagging back against the cold tile wall, shivering and feverish. "No."
He doesn't even know why anymore, and all his shaky brain can put together is that he can't do this alone. Bobby would dump him in the panic room and let him sweat and scream and shake it out on his own and as much as he loves the old man, Sam isn't entirely sure he can take it right now. "No."
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Sam was pretty sure he'd just thrown up everything he'd eaten in the last month and was still clinging to the side of the bowl, trembling through another round of shakes and dry heaves. He can barely drag in a breath between them when he finally heard Dean make his way closer to the bathroom so he can hear him.
For a long moment, he doesn't even know what to tell him. A part of him, a very small part, still wants his brother around especially when he's in pain. Dean always soothed away his hurts, always took care of him.
A choked sound that's almost a sob tore free and he pulled away from the bowl, sagging back against the cold tile wall, shivering and feverish. "No."
He doesn't even know why anymore, and all his shaky brain can put together is that he can't do this alone. Bobby would dump him in the panic room and let him sweat and scream and shake it out on his own and as much as he loves the old man, Sam isn't entirely sure he can take it right now. "No."