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Dean stares at Sammy, eyes wide like a fucking girl. He does nothing as his brother murmurs to someone who isn’t there. Someone who he can’t see is taking his brother away from him, and Dean is frustrated because he can’t fight the thing. Not if it’s not real.

“Sammy.” Dean tries, he really tries as he leans in to touch his brother’s shoulder. “Sammy.” He says again, repeating the name when the boy in question didn’t answer. “Who you talking to?”

Sam tilts his head, peering at his brother. Dean swallows down the tears coming from his eyes. He’d tried, really tried to save Sam, given his soul and everything but even that didn’t help.

“Sammy?”

“You can’t see her.” Sam makes it a statement, like he already knows the answer. well if you fucking know, don’t ask. Dean keeps the scowl away as he nods. He’s afraid to say anything, because for once Sam is talking to him, and not her.

“She’s here. But not here. She’s all pretty.” Sam smiles at Dean, “Pretty and golden, like the sun.” Then Sam begins to laugh as if he’s heard a funny joke and Dean remains quiet as his brother’s insanity is thrust at him. “Like Dawn.”

Then Sam turns, laughing and talking with someone who wasn’t there. Dean stares. His brother’s been crazy for a year now, talking to the woman who he called she. At first, Dean thought it was Jessica but now? He’s not so sure.