Sam falls for it. He has no reason not to. Dean's short pause and the look on his face, even his words. It fits, to him. After a month of reliving that moment over and over again in his nightmares, everything that had been fuzzy about it had gotten filled in, each second clear in his head. And yet he still can't imagine Dean's pain, can't imagine their positions reversed, what Sam would do.
Months. For Dean, Sam had been dead for months.
He's filled with emotion again, chest tight, back to their moment on the stairs, and he stands up to move closer to his brother, rest a hand on his shoulder. A solid weight. Substantial, real. And Sam needs it as much as he thinks Dean does right now, that reminder.
"I'm here now, Dean. We're both here."
He's still going to have to ask, about what happened once Sam was gone. Did he follow Jake? Did he stop him from doing whatever it was that the demon had wanted? Did he get the demon? Finally avenge all the people that they'd lost, their family?
But it can wait. Not like they're pressed for time here. Might even have all eternity, if this is some sort of afterlife or stop on the way to afterlife. To Heaven, maybe. And Sam still believes that exists, just as he still believes in God, in angels. He prays, even here. Had prayed for Dean to be safe, to be getting along without him.
It doesn't make a whole lot of sense though, because this place felt disconnected from their world entirely. Like a different universe, with its own monsters, its own inhabitants. Its own religions, even. And Dean was still going to want his own answers, too. About what this place is and how they got there, at least. Sam does at least know a bit about the place, and has his theory of course about how they got here. Which again begs the question: how had Dean died? And does Sam really want to hear about that, picture it? The death of another person he loves?
Not really, no. But he's pretty sure his own imagination can't be any more awful than the truth. Kinda funny how incredibly wrong he is about that.
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Months. For Dean, Sam had been dead for months.
He's filled with emotion again, chest tight, back to their moment on the stairs, and he stands up to move closer to his brother, rest a hand on his shoulder. A solid weight. Substantial, real. And Sam needs it as much as he thinks Dean does right now, that reminder.
"I'm here now, Dean. We're both here."
He's still going to have to ask, about what happened once Sam was gone. Did he follow Jake? Did he stop him from doing whatever it was that the demon had wanted? Did he get the demon? Finally avenge all the people that they'd lost, their family?
But it can wait. Not like they're pressed for time here. Might even have all eternity, if this is some sort of afterlife or stop on the way to afterlife. To Heaven, maybe. And Sam still believes that exists, just as he still believes in God, in angels. He prays, even here. Had prayed for Dean to be safe, to be getting along without him.
It doesn't make a whole lot of sense though, because this place felt disconnected from their world entirely. Like a different universe, with its own monsters, its own inhabitants. Its own religions, even. And Dean was still going to want his own answers, too. About what this place is and how they got there, at least. Sam does at least know a bit about the place, and has his theory of course about how they got here. Which again begs the question: how had Dean died? And does Sam really want to hear about that, picture it? The death of another person he loves?
Not really, no. But he's pretty sure his own imagination can't be any more awful than the truth. Kinda funny how incredibly wrong he is about that.