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Dean’s asleep when Sam arrives at their motel room; sprawled face down across his bed, one hand gripping the knife under his pillow. He’s beautiful; face younger and peaceful in repose and Sam can’t wait to see how gorgeous he is when he’s screaming, covered in blood.
Sam toys with the idea of waking his brother here, fucking him senseless and letting him realize that life as he knows it is over, but it will be so much more satisfying on Sam’s turf. Here, for some reason, Dean still thinks he’s in charge.
Sam’s going to enjoy teaching him differently.