Just hearing Sam talk like things was normal was painful, because yeah it was a little better between them but not back to before. Dean was about to fuck it up even more and he knew it. He was stressed about it and didn’t even know how to start. He just sat there looking at the form of Sam laying on the bed and just hung his head. This sucked.
“I…have decided.” Dean said as he looked up at him, his holy socks not keeping his attention any longer, how could they when he has this on his mind. He looked at Sam trying not to show the disappointment and sadness on his face. How could he do this to him? He had to though because he was doing what was right for him.
With a heavy sigh he just decided it was best for him to just say it. “I have chosen Stewat…” he said softly. He tired to stay looking at Sam but it was a lot harder than he thought.
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