there was his best friend leaning against the wall, half-conscious, bloody, and sweaty, but yet still somehow had this fearful look in his eyes whenever he looked at dean and a look of pleading when looking at Sam. dean taken a step toward cas, but it broken his heart whenever cas said; "s-stay away from me." Dean looked at Sam wit tears in his eyes."o-oh God, Sammy...what have I done?"
Sam sighed, looking down. "I think that you were possessed by something dean. you don't remember doing this, do you?" "n-no! Jesus, cas i..." he felt awful and beyond guilty. he supposed that this was something to add to his own personnel 'shit that I feel so guilty about I'll take to the grave' list.
dean didn't even know what to say, "i swear if this was 1 of Lucifer's Sick Games o-or Crowley or 1 of Rowena's messed up spells!"
"Calm down, dean." Sam said gently. "Calm down? you want me to fucking calm down? SAMMY I JUST BEAT THE FUCK OUTTA MY BEST FRIEND!" Sam's eyes widened but he stood firm ground, "well, I shold probably go assist cas." he walked toward him while dean sulked.
