[Even Sam, who is usually all about talking through feelings, hasn't tried to broach the subject. It's too dangerous. Too risky. He can't afford to lose his brother, and he's afraid that bringing this up will do exactly that.
He's already scared that Dean hates him for what happened between them. The affection that had been so rare from his brother is now completely absent. He doesn't want to think about why that hurts so intensely.
But avoidance seems like the only way to get through this. So Sam is sitting on his bed, picking through a crumbling-at-the-touch tome that might hold the answer to the hunt he and Dean are supposed to be working on.]
You were right. It's a river wraith.
[Sam doesn't even remember the last time he looked directly at his brother, and he has to stop thinking about it when memories of bare skin and groans fill his mind. Yeah, that isn't helping.]
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He's already scared that Dean hates him for what happened between them. The affection that had been so rare from his brother is now completely absent. He doesn't want to think about why that hurts so intensely.
But avoidance seems like the only way to get through this. So Sam is sitting on his bed, picking through a crumbling-at-the-touch tome that might hold the answer to the hunt he and Dean are supposed to be working on.]
You were right. It's a river wraith.
[Sam doesn't even remember the last time he looked directly at his brother, and he has to stop thinking about it when memories of bare skin and groans fill his mind. Yeah, that isn't helping.]
We can get rid of it first thing in the morning.