numbSummary: Gen. Coda for ep 306 "Red Sky at Morning"
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word count: 191
A/N: Sorry for the crappy title. I'm lazy today.
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Craps wasn’t much fun when you started losing.
Dean walked into their hundred-dollar room around midnight, and it was freezing. The balcony doors were thrown wide open and that’s where he found Sam. Crouched against the doorway, dead eyes staring unremittingly into the Atlantic City skyline.
“Sammy? What the fuck…”
Two steps closer and Dean realized Sam wasn’t listening. Of course. He was still angry, still upset… still brooding ‘cause he had a freaking psychopath for a brother. He was also shivering his ass off.
Dean sighed, walked into the room and then back out shaking his head. He knelt by Sam and wrapped the white duvet around his twice-folded frame, covering him from neck to toe. Tucking it tight against the doorway, before he looked into Sam’s face. Waited for his brother to turn, acknowledge his presence. Sam didn’t.
Dean remembered another dark night when he’d carried his baby brother wrapped in a soft white blanket out into the cold. “It’s okay, Sammy,” he’d said, and many times over since then.
It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.
Dean didn’t think Sam wanted to hear that from him ever again.
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Craps wasn’t much fun when you started losing.
Dean walked into their hundred-dollar room around midnight, and it was freezing. The balcony doors were thrown wide open and that’s where he found Sam. Crouched against the doorway, dead eyes staring unremittingly into the Atlantic City skyline.
“Sammy? What the fuck…”
Two steps closer and Dean realized Sam wasn’t listening. Of course. He was still angry, still upset… still brooding ‘cause he had a freaking psychopath for a brother. He was also shivering his ass off.
Dean sighed, walked into the room and then back out shaking his head. He knelt by Sam and wrapped the white duvet around his twice-folded frame, covering him from neck to toe. Tucking it tight against the doorway, before he looked into Sam’s face. Waited for his brother to turn, acknowledge his presence. Sam didn’t.
Dean remembered another dark night when he’d carried his baby brother wrapped in a soft white blanket out into the cold. “It’s okay, Sammy,” he’d said, and many times over since then.
It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.
Dean didn’t think Sam wanted to hear that from him ever again.
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