[To say he is winded by that is an understatement. Dean has to take a moment, collect his thoughts. 'But I'm your brother--we're brothers!' comes to mind, but if he admitted it, it was a pointless argument. You can't help who you love, he knew that. And he loved Sammy. Maybe not in exactly that way, but he loved him. Loves him, would give him anything he asks for kind of love. Including his soul.
Well, he's been to hell already, and he's not afraid of it.
When he finally speaks, his voice is hushed.]
It's the same for me, Sam. I wouldn't have pushed you away either.
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Well, he's been to hell already, and he's not afraid of it.
When he finally speaks, his voice is hushed.]
It's the same for me, Sam. I wouldn't have pushed you away either.