[ Stopping in the doorway, he glances back at Sam, eyebrows raised in anticipation. But he stays quiet, patiently waits for whatever it is that his brother's got to say to him.
The thank you is hard to hear, but only because it's hard to see Sam like this, believing he's so undeserving. He nods tightly, and then smiles. ]
This is your house too, Sam. And even when I'm first-thing-in-the-morning grumpy, I want you up here. And I want you to remember that anything you need - anything at all - just gotta ask.
[He's not sure what he did to deserve this, but he'll do whatever Dean asks of him. If that means living here in the moment? Being an attempt at normal in the house? He'll try.
... He'll fistfight a lot of his own ugly thoughts and come out bruised, but he'll try.]
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[He hesitates, though, feeling a little nervous to be on his own in a house that he feels he really didn't earn. Before Dean leaves, he speaks up:]
Hey — Dean.
[A pause. A fidgeting of shaky hands, as he rubs the palm against the knee of his jeans.]
Thank you. For letting me... be here. I mean.
... Up here. In the house. I'll make it up to you guys.
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The thank you is hard to hear, but only because it's hard to see Sam like this, believing he's so undeserving. He nods tightly, and then smiles. ]
This is your house too, Sam. And even when I'm first-thing-in-the-morning grumpy, I want you up here. And I want you to remember that anything you need - anything at all - just gotta ask.
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... You got it.
[He's not sure what he did to deserve this, but he'll do whatever Dean asks of him. If that means living here in the moment? Being an attempt at normal in the house? He'll try.
... He'll fistfight a lot of his own ugly thoughts and come out bruised, but he'll try.]