Sammy f*%$ked up | Heaven

[dudeimbatman]

Something has been eating at Sam for weeks (maybe longer but time in Heaven is weird). Dean had prodded at him several times, but Sam hadn't opened up. Dean had finally decided that Sam would talk to him when he was ready. Dean is cleaning up the bar when Sam steps in. He can tell by the look on his brother's face and his body language that something is up. He reaches behind the bar, grabs a couple of cold beers, pops the tops on them, and pushes one toward Sam. "Dude, you do realize we're in Heaven and ninety percent of your problems can be thought away."

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[weirddreams]

Sam had thought about talking to Dean sooner about what he did, but the other part of him couldn't when there was no open dialog with Ruby even. Clearly, he couldn't pretend to keep up the appearance of being okay. He was disheveled in other ways than just appearance. He had come to the bar out of a sense familiarity with the goal to locate Dean and he crosses it rather contemplative. He knew Dean was only trying to lighten his troubles, but he shoke his head. "That's the problem. Because of what I did, Ruby hasn't written back to me. I can't fix it here." Guess he has to spill, doesn't he.