Tilting his head slightly with a questioning and concerned look, Sam drops his hand but remains close. He'd thought that would be more comforting. The fact was certainly comforting to him. Maybe it's just the shock of everything, or maybe Dean had done something to end up here, to end up dead, and he's afraid of Sam finding out?
A memory resurfaces, of Dean locking them both in a room in that medical center in Oregon, thinking Sam had been infected with that demon virus. Refusing to give Sam his gun, or to leave. Resigning himself to dying with his brother when he didn't have to. Suicidal, basically. It had been suicidal.
Or maybe he just hadn't gotten a chance to go after the demon, and he feels guilty. It doesn't occur to Sam, doesn't even cross his mind that Dean would think of doing something (dangerous, sacrificial, or harmful to others) to bring him back. Not after the experiences they've already had with that. First Layla, and then their dad. There were consequences, and being the one brought back, especially in exchange for another, wasn't exactly good for the psyche.
"I didn't make it back," he points out, frowning. That had seemed like a weird thing to say to him, all things considered. Sam had gone from dead to waking up here. "I came here. I died, and came here. Without any trace of an injury. And now you're here, apparently only a few months after I died."
His voice drops and his shoulders slump. "...How did it happen, Dean?" He wonders if his brother will even tell him. Maybe he'll think Sam better off not knowing. It wouldn't surprise him, but Sam doesn't intend to just drop the subject if Dean won't answer the first time. He'll find out eventually.
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A memory resurfaces, of Dean locking them both in a room in that medical center in Oregon, thinking Sam had been infected with that demon virus. Refusing to give Sam his gun, or to leave. Resigning himself to dying with his brother when he didn't have to. Suicidal, basically. It had been suicidal.
Or maybe he just hadn't gotten a chance to go after the demon, and he feels guilty. It doesn't occur to Sam, doesn't even cross his mind that Dean would think of doing something (dangerous, sacrificial, or harmful to others) to bring him back. Not after the experiences they've already had with that. First Layla, and then their dad. There were consequences, and being the one brought back, especially in exchange for another, wasn't exactly good for the psyche.
"I didn't make it back," he points out, frowning. That had seemed like a weird thing to say to him, all things considered. Sam had gone from dead to waking up here. "I came here. I died, and came here. Without any trace of an injury. And now you're here, apparently only a few months after I died."
His voice drops and his shoulders slump. "...How did it happen, Dean?" He wonders if his brother will even tell him. Maybe he'll think Sam better off not knowing. It wouldn't surprise him, but Sam doesn't intend to just drop the subject if Dean won't answer the first time. He'll find out eventually.