Dean's arms tightened around him as one hand came up to tangle through his brother's hair just to keep him close. "You just stop, Sammy... you trust me when I say there's other ways to end this, okay? We'll figure it out."

He doesn't know if Sam will really stay when his head clears up again, if he'll be back to being angry and hating him, but right now? His brother is crying and asking him what to do. He can't ignore that. When has he ever been able to ignore it when Sam really needs him?

"Promise you, we'll find a way to make it okay."