Dean moved his hand back down to where it was before, "You came back as soon as you could," Dean said, his voice low as he spoke into Sam's ear, "You couldn't have known that was going to happen, it was just bad luck." Dean was unsure if luck had anything to do with it. This thing, whatever it was seemed to have some sort of vendetta against their family. Still, it wasn't like it was Sam's fault that evil followed their family around.
Sam's sobs seemed to have subsided for now, to Dean's relief, but he wasn't planning on going anywhere. Not when Sam needed him. He was obviously still upset.
Sam's sobs seemed to have subsided for now, to Dean's relief, but he wasn't planning on going anywhere. Not when Sam needed him. He was obviously still upset.