All of the worry is just growing inside of Sam, a painful twisting thing as he looks at Dean and watches the emotions that do or don't cross his face. Either way is a concern really. His whole life has been people not telling him shit, Sam having to figure it out on his own. It's annoying and it's always been annoying, but with Dean it's more than just that. It's more than just "I want to know," it's "I have to know." Because it's something that's affecting him and maybe Sam could do something to help. At the very least, he has to try. He can't just sit around and let something eat away at his brother, he can't. Dean's never let him get away with that so Sam's not going to let Dean, either. Not if he can help it.
"Dean, you understand I'm just worried about you though, right? I'm not trying to pry into whatever you feel is your business, but... I'd like to help you if you'd let me. And if it has anything to do with me, then I have a right to know, too. If there was something you did for me that you're trying to protect me by keeping it from me or you're afraid I'll be mad at you for it..." He shakes his head. "I'm going to find out sooner or later. But you're my brother and you know I'll forgive you."
He thought that much was obvious by now. Whatever fights or hard times they went through, Dean was and will always be his brother. And Sam will always forgive him his screw ups, his flaws, his wrong-doings, whatever. Some may take more time than others, some fights may leave scars that take longer to heal completely. But there was nothing Dean could or would do that could make Sam hate him, he's certain of that. Outside forces like possession of course could control either one of them to make them turn on one another, but of his own volition? No, there was nothing.
"Better to just get the blows out of the way instead of letting it eat at you, you know?" He wrings his hands together once before placing them back on his knees, leaning back a little with a sigh. "But if you want me to let it go for right now, fine. I'm not giving up, though."
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"Dean, you understand I'm just worried about you though, right? I'm not trying to pry into whatever you feel is your business, but... I'd like to help you if you'd let me. And if it has anything to do with me, then I have a right to know, too. If there was something you did for me that you're trying to protect me by keeping it from me or you're afraid I'll be mad at you for it..." He shakes his head. "I'm going to find out sooner or later. But you're my brother and you know I'll forgive you."
He thought that much was obvious by now. Whatever fights or hard times they went through, Dean was and will always be his brother. And Sam will always forgive him his screw ups, his flaws, his wrong-doings, whatever. Some may take more time than others, some fights may leave scars that take longer to heal completely. But there was nothing Dean could or would do that could make Sam hate him, he's certain of that. Outside forces like possession of course could control either one of them to make them turn on one another, but of his own volition? No, there was nothing.
"Better to just get the blows out of the way instead of letting it eat at you, you know?" He wrings his hands together once before placing them back on his knees, leaning back a little with a sigh. "But if you want me to let it go for right now, fine. I'm not giving up, though."