[This would be a good opportunity for Dean to come clean about Sam's door, but he doesn't. Leaves it unsaid, because it's bad enough that Sam has had to see him at his worst. Dean doesn't want to recount the way he held Sam as he fell to pieces, the way he sat and ate with a Sam that had a stable home life. Doesn't want to admit that he walked out of there feeling raw and exhausted.
But as Sam turns away, Dean can't help but feel guilty over all of it - his biting comments, when he knows Sam's been dealing with his own shit, and the fact that he made the same mistake he's on Sam's case about.
They just...need to get out of this place. Get back home and focus on the trials again.
After Sam has taken a few steps, Dean calls out to him.]
Wait.
Fuck the doors. Let's go find a drink somewhere.
[Or a meal. He hasn't eaten and he figures Sam hasn't either.
And this is how Dean wants to deal with all of this. Forget what happened, forget what we saw. Let's just go do something somewhat normal for a while. Take that break. A veiled, if late, kind of acceptance of what Sam told him.
It's not as though Dean's door has been free of prying eyes, anyway.]
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But as Sam turns away, Dean can't help but feel guilty over all of it - his biting comments, when he knows Sam's been dealing with his own shit, and the fact that he made the same mistake he's on Sam's case about.
They just...need to get out of this place. Get back home and focus on the trials again.
After Sam has taken a few steps, Dean calls out to him.]
Wait.
Fuck the doors. Let's go find a drink somewhere.
[Or a meal. He hasn't eaten and he figures Sam hasn't either.
And this is how Dean wants to deal with all of this. Forget what happened, forget what we saw. Let's just go do something somewhat normal for a while. Take that break. A veiled, if late, kind of acceptance of what Sam told him.
It's not as though Dean's door has been free of prying eyes, anyway.]