"No," Dean barked out a little rougher than he attended. Frowning, he tried to draw Sam even closer, slide an arm around his shoulders.

"He's not right. I'd die for you a million times over, dude. Trust me. You're worth it, alright?" Because Sam had his problems. He had a lot of darkness in him and Dean was seeing it more than he ever wanted to... but underneath all that? He was a good kid. He always had been.

Better than Dean. Smart, kind, always trying to do the exact right thing.