Author’s note: I’m late, again.

E/O challenge: Steady. H/C Dean, with my own twist.

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They say laughter is contageous.

I’d never heard anyone laugh like that before…

Crazy.

I put my hands up slowly, trying to subconsciously steady the unstable man before me. “Easy, brother…”

A quick duck saved him from the glass; “You’re not my brother anymore!”

“Dean, it’s me. I promise.”

“No,” the older man shook his head, “you’re not him.”

Slowly, Sam inched towards his brother.

“It’ll be okay.” Gently, he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Dean made a squeeking sound as the air was squeezed out of his lungs.

Sam smiled, dropping Dean’s body to the ground. “I lied.”