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"Hey, I was the one in the cage; how come you get to go to pieces?"
"You weren't - I didn't know where you were."
He can't put it any simpler than that. The leaves blow across the road with a desolate whisper and Dean halts Sam with a hand that moves from an arm to a shoulder to a face.
"Don't - don't ever, okay? Not ever."
Both hands on Sam now, touching wind-chilled skin with a desperation that storms through him.
Then Sam starts to shake and they're clinging, hitting, fists slamming, mouths hungry and they're alive and Sam's here.