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"I'm sorry," Cas tells him, eyebrows drawn together with a sadness that Sam isn’t sure he can comprehend. Not just its depth, but the very fact of it. He's sitting on his bed, staring at the wall. He's been like that for around half an hour now, he thinks, ever since he woke up with a nightmare clinging to his mind like a cobweb refusing to be swept away. Cas came in and asked him what was wrong, and he said something about nightmares, about his body not feeling right; he doesn't remember exactly, it was only a few seconds ago but he doesn't remember. And now Cas is sitting on the bed next to him and Sam is wondering how an angel's face can be carved with such sorrow for something like him. "What for?" he says, flicking his eyes downward so he doesn't have to face the sympathy he's sure he doesn't deserve. Cas hesitates, long enough that Sam looks back up at him. "Your hurt, I suppose. That you have to face nightmares when you deserve a peaceful rest. That you have to have a body in the first place."

Fics like and each breath you take is a brand new beginning

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