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Title: All the Guilt (To Let Go Of)
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 2 of 2
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Prompt: #149 - Triskele for
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Summary: Response to
rei17's prompt, which she posted at
spn_hurtcomfort meme: Dean is having nightmares about Sam getting hurt because he let him down. Sequel to Last Line (To Hang On To).
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Previous part:
Dean's stomach twisted, and he turned over towards Sam, trying to find a comfortable place to sleep. Guilt felt heavy in his stomach, and he pushed the blankets down farther. It didn't matter what he did: nothing was going to make him feel any better.
With his eyes on Sam, though, he felt himself drift off. Sam was alive, breathing softly, deep asleep.
That was the only thing that was going to let him feel better.
Bag of food in his hand, Dean headed down the path to their door.
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~Nebula
Title: All the Guilt (To Let Go Of)
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 2 of 2
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Prompt: #149 - Triskele for
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First part here
Previous part:
Dean's stomach twisted, and he turned over towards Sam, trying to find a comfortable place to sleep. Guilt felt heavy in his stomach, and he pushed the blankets down farther. It didn't matter what he did: nothing was going to make him feel any better.
With his eyes on Sam, though, he felt himself drift off. Sam was alive, breathing softly, deep asleep.
That was the only thing that was going to let him feel better.
Bag of food in his hand, Dean headed down the path to their door.
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