Dean doesn't move an inch forward, even though he wants to. Needs to, really is what it boils down to but Sam's so fucking close and he doesn't have a chance of touching him any time soon, not even to reassure himself he's still there.
"You wanna do the test?" Dean's voice sounds a helluva lot more even than he thought it would have, scratchy and a little hoarse, but even.
He holds out his left hand and watches Sam just as warily as the kid watches him, knowing that this can't be easy for him. Hell, it's worse when he hears that, and flinches visibly. Dad didn't - wouldn't -
"You aren't his luggage, Sammy. C'mon, what'd they teach you. What're the tests."
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Date: 2014-06-04 03:58 am (UTC)"You wanna do the test?" Dean's voice sounds a helluva lot more even than he thought it would have, scratchy and a little hoarse, but even.
He holds out his left hand and watches Sam just as warily as the kid watches him, knowing that this can't be easy for him. Hell, it's worse when he hears that, and flinches visibly. Dad didn't - wouldn't -
"You aren't his luggage, Sammy. C'mon, what'd they teach you. What're the tests."