Oh, oh, oh. Sam doesn't leave, can't leave, will never leave, and I think my heart might explode. I love that Dean is full-tilt screwed up, and Sam *still* can't leave.

What the fuck’s worse than dying? Sam says. Come on, tell me what the fuck you could do worse than die.

Dean just shakes his head, closes his eyes. Sam has never felt so sober in his life. Tell me, he whispers. Tell me. Dean.

*wibbles* He's so broken. Man, I loved this. Thank you.