It had seemed like less of a cage to Sam not just because of the peaceful atmosphere of it, but because he'd had the suspicion that there wasn't any other place he was supposed to be. Because he was dead. Dean's thought process however seems to be that they're both still alive (or Sam brought back to life) but they're just both here. It's a possibility, of course. One that Sam prefers not just because it means being alive and the possible chance to get back home and go back to what they do, to saving people. To stopping Jake and the Yellow-Eyed Demon. But also because it means the teenagers and everyone else who were brought here against their will too might also still be alive, might also still have the chance to get back to their homes. See loved ones again. Live their normal everyday lives, the way they were supposed to.
He turns his head to look at Dean when his brother drops onto the bed beside him, and copies him by stretching out his own long legs. As Sam is prone to do, he lets the silence stand between them for those few moments while watching Dean. It's not really uncomfortable to him, not since Dean's stopped with the pacing around the room, and not since they've had a whole lifetime of comfortable silences for one or both of them to think in. It feels normal and Sam holds onto that close because it's the first thing that has felt normal in a while. He soaks in the utter relief of having him close again without having to worry about him. Except... Well, maybe he should be worried about him.
Sam listens to everything Dean tells him, the relaxed neutral expression that had settled over his features once the pacing had stopped shifting right back into a worried frown.
"What? What did you do? Dean, how do you know it wasn't something you did that led to us being here?"
He should feel angry, he thinks, but then it wouldn't really be fair, either. Not after Sam had worked so hard to keep Dean from dying when his heart was giving out. But this was different, Sam had actually died, had taken his final breath. There were a lot less ways to save someone from that, and he knows because he'd done his research last year to save Dean, had run across the supposed ways one could theoretically bring back the dead once they were in full-on decomposition mode. And Dean just told him he'd tried anything and everything. Sam's not angry. Not yet. But this is probably the most worried he's been in a long time, imagining a panicked Dean trying anything and everything and none of those ways were exactly pretty or good for one's health, he knows.
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He turns his head to look at Dean when his brother drops onto the bed beside him, and copies him by stretching out his own long legs. As Sam is prone to do, he lets the silence stand between them for those few moments while watching Dean. It's not really uncomfortable to him, not since Dean's stopped with the pacing around the room, and not since they've had a whole lifetime of comfortable silences for one or both of them to think in. It feels normal and Sam holds onto that close because it's the first thing that has felt normal in a while. He soaks in the utter relief of having him close again without having to worry about him. Except... Well, maybe he should be worried about him.
Sam listens to everything Dean tells him, the relaxed neutral expression that had settled over his features once the pacing had stopped shifting right back into a worried frown.
"What? What did you do? Dean, how do you know it wasn't something you did that led to us being here?"
He should feel angry, he thinks, but then it wouldn't really be fair, either. Not after Sam had worked so hard to keep Dean from dying when his heart was giving out. But this was different, Sam had actually died, had taken his final breath. There were a lot less ways to save someone from that, and he knows because he'd done his research last year to save Dean, had run across the supposed ways one could theoretically bring back the dead once they were in full-on decomposition mode. And Dean just told him he'd tried anything and everything. Sam's not angry. Not yet. But this is probably the most worried he's been in a long time, imagining a panicked Dean trying anything and everything and none of those ways were exactly pretty or good for one's health, he knows.