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"Hey, I was the one in the cage; how come you get to go to pieces?"

"You weren't - I didn't know where you were."

He can't put it any simpler than that. The leaves blow across the road with a desolate whisper and Dean halts Sam with a hand that moves from an arm to a shoulder to a face.

"Don't  - don't ever, okay? Not ever."

Both hands on Sam now, touching wind-chilled skin with a desperation that storms through him.

Then Sam starts to shake and they're clinging, hitting, fists slamming, mouths hungry and they're alive and Sam's here.


14/2/06

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