"She doesn't let me sleep." Muffled and hoarse.

Sam blinked confused. "She what? Who?" His eyes drifted through the room before landing once again on Dean's shivering form.

"The kid. Every time I close 'm eyes, she's there." Glassy eyes squinting up at him, the gaze unfocused and way too vulnerable.

And then everything made sense. The hunt. The kid. Dean had been with her when it happened.

"Maybe… hafta go…" Agitated.

"Dean, hey!" Sam pushed him back, using his weight to keep him in place. "It's okay. I'm here. I'll make sure she lets you sleep. Just relax."


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