[ Two. Alone and aching, pressed by a loss they can't fathom and don't know how to live with. Misery connects them and pain fills out the rest. A hollow feeling stirs inside him at the request but he nods nonetheless. Slow and deliberate, holding his eyes. He won't deny him. He can't. Not when he knows what's waiting for him between the hours of the night.
He's seen enough of his brothers suffer and die. Wings seared into the ground, and he could do nothing for them. Here, at least, he can help. He prayed to him, asked for his help, and having felt a part of his pain, endured it, it gives him something to hold onto. Whatever he's going through, it can't hold a candle to what he must be feeling. He hasn't lost nearly as much and already he's falling apart. Dean may not have left him something to smite, but he was still here. The last remnants of a life he'd barely skimmed the surface of. He needed this too, a reason to endure the days that still lay ahead of them. ]
It doesn't have to be for one night.
[ An offer laid out between them. He knows how long it takes for the dead to come back. The stretch of time between now and then seems almost unbearable to him, and if he feels this way then... he reaches for him, hand outstretched to grant him freedom from his pain. ]
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He's seen enough of his brothers suffer and die. Wings seared into the ground, and he could do nothing for them. Here, at least, he can help. He prayed to him, asked for his help, and having felt a part of his pain, endured it, it gives him something to hold onto. Whatever he's going through, it can't hold a candle to what he must be feeling. He hasn't lost nearly as much and already he's falling apart. Dean may not have left him something to smite, but he was still here. The last remnants of a life he'd barely skimmed the surface of. He needed this too, a reason to endure the days that still lay ahead of them. ]
It doesn't have to be for one night.
[ An offer laid out between them. He knows how long it takes for the dead to come back. The stretch of time between now and then seems almost unbearable to him, and if he feels this way then... he reaches for him, hand outstretched to grant him freedom from his pain. ]
I'll watch over you.